adrift

writing takes a depth of heart to pen

& oft' of late i've wondered where this heart has been

some steadfast will requisite to see the dreaming through

but all these ponderings stain my soul dark black & blue

my thoughts drift in and out again, like rainbows and the rain —

like the tide across the bridge lending to me, texture grit & grain

grit & grain arbitrate the thoughts inside kaleidoscope or time piece glass

colliding & settling in waves or absence o'er this heavy, shapeless mass

here again, but fading fast — away again, but flying fast

underneath where there's no air, just salty, barnacle-laden vessel masts

gilled creatures swimming past, little curious of winged entities above

waters part like windy skies — a disjunct current carrying some lone dove

then, the earth with earth-dwelling others blending among fowl and fish alike

these creatures roam on this earth united and divided, all with heart and depth alike