The Gift

My response to John's poem "Winter Morning" for "The Journey" workshop.

{font:verdana}{size:4}Adrift in a fluid state
of lofty expectations,
swells of disappointment and doubt
relentlessly wipe out the spirit
on our timeless quest for meaning
in a meaningless world.

Concordia withholds her blessing
until comprehension is unfurled
and the bounty of understanding
allows our uniqueness to be heard
with a flash of relief.

Embrace the gift of imagination
and shoot the tube, dancing
with the ocean
of poetry.{/font:verdana}{size:4}