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
