Dayn Schulman
The Slow DriftThe slow drift, in this
variable wind, from
no apparent direction,
is like our love.
the curious willingness
to continue, in this
harbour quite calm,
with un-named boats.
that should take
us somewhere, yet don't,
no captains, nor pirates,
no breeze measurable.
I walk the plank,
seeking a change,
but the blue is so calm,
I retreat backwards.
