12 November 2014


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.