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