Sailing With the Wind

Flung from the yard
My sails await the wind
In quandary to a dilemma
Am I to bob up and down
Stationary?
For the Universe
To set me on a course
Or begin furious paddling
Moving?
Sanguine belief in destiny
Or perhaps blind
An excuse for sedentary days
Waiting?
Or forced action of impatience
In any direction that takes me
Dreams
Goals
Future
Am I to make them
Or believe that they will happen?
My canvas shredded
By the internal turmoil
Battle of hither and thither
To act or have faith
Perhaps there is a balance
Between the sandbags of procrastination
And the puffing bellows of deed
That I may know with surety
The path I wish to cut
That the waters may be calmed
To float and glide
Rather than to thrash
That I raise sail in the wind
Drop it for repair in the still
And flow in the natural currents

Debbie Gravett © 2021.02.28

FOWC: Sanguine
RDP: Yard
Image by Michael Schwarzenberger from Pixabay

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