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
For the Universe
To set me on a course
Or begin furious paddling
Sanguine belief in destiny
Or perhaps blind
An excuse for sedentary days
Or forced action of impatience
In any direction that takes me
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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