Driftwood
Driftwood
Once part of a thing lone and simple,
That stood breathing sky through a spray of green
Held in a tangle of outspread arms,
Some circumstance tore you loose from your moorings
And cast you adrift,
A wanderer on the unframed seas
Whose eddies shaped and changed you
Into your present enigma: something more and less
Than you were when you were born.
My eyes follow your strange contours,
Pitted, twisted by lash of wave and solar fire,
And the thought forms in me of how circumstance
Carries us through the wild ocean of changes
We call a life,
Pulled loose from our moorings
To ride along a vast and silent deep,
Shaped by the lashings, burnings and turns of fate
That transform us by degrees into something lovely, mysterious -
Something more and less
Than what we were when born.
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