Treasures which sink, or bob and sway
Depending on current, wave or storm
We encounter squalls or tropical warm.
We long to cling but driftwood breaks
Clambering aboard great courage takes
Too many hands grab on the boat
Yes, life is perilous afloat.
Horizons change, views are obscured
Trying to keep track – is absurd
We share sweet moments now and then
Frolic with dolphins and feel Zen
Then sharks or icebergs loom in sight
Tempests rage – we hold on tight
Or strike out blindly; who knows where?
Life's constant movement* – so beware!
We long to rest along the shore
But the wind picks up – we're off once more
To get our bearings, we've no time
We hurtle forward, anchor primed!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015
*Heraclitus, the Greek philosopher, said: "Change is the only constant in life".
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