Searching For an Anchor


I am tossed back and forth on stormy seas.

Buffeted by indecision,

Buoyed up by hope.

Too many winds to follow.
They fight for attention,
Brewing up a storm in the
Infinite spaces
In my head.

In my heart.

The mundane and the magical,
Are one.
Both will bring sunshine and clouds
To this beautiful chaos of mine.

My compass spins,
I am directionless,
And full steam ahead.

Soar with gulls in cloudless skies,
Go with the flow
And swim against the current.

I am the raging squall.

I am the lull.

I am searching for an anchor.

For a moment
Of pause
Inside this invisible chaos.
It is beautiful,


I’m tired
And searching for an anchor.

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