MARBLES

12 November 2014

NOTHING MUCH

If you think about it,
Nothing much has changed.
I’m still the same 
Drowning soul holding on
To the life line you sold me.
Somehow, that time,
I managed to swim ashore.

I paced the sand
Decided to find a path,
Any path, leading away from
Open ocean, the capriciousness
Of its winds.   

But the earth is round.
As I circled,
The land signaled
A change in the breeze.
I looked up only to notice
I had returned.