Displacement

A poem

Photo by Florian Krumm on Unsplash

Adrift in open waters
carried by the tides
I find myself in a fog.

Though I appear
a singularity,
voices of Others
past and present
harmonize with my own.

We are carried by tides
of the same vast Ocean,
Calling out
to ears faint and deaf
or One invisible but known.

I course correct
but cannot steer,
My ship feels incomplete.
To me.

But to each wave?
I am not the product,
nor the choreographer,

But their crest and crash
and all that’s in-between.

…

CRA