The Castaway

I trod onto the hard sands, castaway but not lost.
Flung like a rock out of a mean kid's catapult, useless
wishbone of brittle twig,
I found my way to where I was to go:

away. My ship has changed its course but it doesn't matter. I think
I will be back aboard: I can swim, I can craft a ship;
in this place that is the wake
of that ship;

this place that can hold possibilities like hearts
hold dreams. Letting go only in
passing waking
but never freeing.

On this island
perhaps I will rest first, maybe not.
There is actually much to do, things to make,
fish, birds, trees, rocks. Slowly

this island will become a port of call
and the ship will come and I will board
again. But maybe I'll rest first, daydream,
the seas, after all, were rough going.


Maze

This maze is huge, I have walked here
all my life but only now I see the marble walls,
the floors covered in aquamarines
so bright they cut my soles, the air thick
with bees and their honey-tinged stings.

So painful. But I walk, knowing, naked; searching
for my clothes and shoes, and smooth salve like a blind
beggar thrashing through thorny undergrowth.
There is momentary respite: sometimes I find
rags and dirty water.

I am lost, but I know that it's only for now
and I will reach where I have to go like the
compass will point North eventually. But I
have no compass and I can only
wander. And believe these words

that I say to myself. In the maze
I am hapless but when I'm finally done
with it I will be beautiful, a child resting far away
from this maze so huge
it is the distance between two lovers' hearts.


in these recent days life has been rather boring and i have been rather bored... thus for some reason i need to create, to write, and this is what i've come up with... it's an urge, a whim i have...

i think it's here to vindicate my existence...
or something like that...