Some times

I am adrift
in a sea of vagueness
blind to the sunrise,
deaf to the bird’s song.

I am lost
like a toy in the ocean
cast away by an
angry brother
jealous over his siblings
coveted possessions.

What more does time
unfold for fathers
without children,
for lovers separated
by the wind?

What words are left
to challenge the distinct
impression of emptiness
that follows on the heals
of dawn’s retreat?

Wonder still grips me
like the child I was so long ago,
amazed at the complexity of life.

I am standing still in
the current of the river of time
I can not swim, so I must learn
to breathe underwater.