Sitting put, Restless ripples

I sit in silence

the sun sets

Tiny ripples on a blue bedspread

easy, easing thoughts

erasing my mind gradually

until I feel only my weight

on this bench

heavily substantial

anchored to the spot

my mind roaming free

in need of purpose and direction

stationary and abreech

making little headway

rocking on one spot

the line of the horizon

measures out my being

the sea beckons

but my anchor has stuck hard

going nowhere fast

restless ripples of

useless endeavour