Adrift - Upon the Vagaries of Life

Adrift upon the vagaries of life. I have sailed this sea prayed for a hint of breeze a whisper of hope a passing cloud’s shadow run through the troughs of crested confusion withstood the fury of its nameless demons. Sailed – toward an unreachable sunset growing ever nearer run full sail at sunrise fleeing the darkness sat - becalmed deafened by the silence shouted into the emptiness of doubt. Mended tattered canvas, caulked with dusty rope aging cracks of voyage tarred and oiled split and cracking masts held pains polished rudder wheel. Set sail into the darkened sky seeking passage through the jagged rips for storms will rage a failing fury spent as sailors sail into a future’s end. John G. Lawless 10/8/2015