Driftwood

Adrift

Without a sail

Longing for the sturdiness

Of a shore

I am a wandering driftwood

Commanded by the tides

I willingly succumb to the

Constant ebb and flow

The rise and fall

The might of crashing waves

Tempests often change my course

Reefs impede my navigation

And though unscathed

Resolute and enduring,

I am humbled by the depth

Of the oceans everlasting wisdom

Awakened by the setting sun

I await the guidance

Of the loyal stars

And even though

My wandering eyes

Hunger for the coast

I’m content to be

Adrift

© José V. Guerra Awe