By Paul Norris
Wind tossed waves that set me adrift.
Churning my insides like the foam tossed sea, bashing against
Not willingly ceding ground,
but reluctantly having it taken
Adrift on the winds,
adrift on the seas,
adrift on the sands of time.
Adrift even in the passages of my mind.
Desiring to be anchored…
even as I drift away.