Fog on the harbour;
Waves kiss the sky.
No gulls today,
No hectic milling,
Only Neptune’s breath,
And me.
I contemplate the sea,
Wonder if I’d know where it starts,
Where it ends?
And, for a moment,
A fraction in time,
I stick my foot out
Losing it to swirls of grey.
It is lost;
I am lost;
We’re all lost!
But not today,
I’m not quite ready.
Maybe tomorrow?
You sure you’re not lost?
Not very 😉
Good ~ smiles
Lost is not so bad sometimes at least it quiet! 😄😄
I like quiet
Me too as a matter of fact I just had to tell everyone not to talk to me today! 😀 No rudely just that all the noise and I can’t focus. I will get lost in my music. What are you listening to today? I’m listening to the Piano guys my brain is tired of thinking! Does yours get tired too!?
Not too much, but the rest of me does.
I’m editing to Lana Del Ray’s new album.
I LOVE the Piano Guys.
Me too! 😀 I go from song to song. When I’m working I have to shut all the noise around me out so I can focus! 😀
I am sure that you will be ready tomorrow. Greta poem Richard .
Best wishes, Aquileana 😀
Thanks, Aquileana. Hope you are well 🙂
Love all the swirls of grey–murky is good.
Thank you
Welcome.
Great poem!