By: Ken W. Simpson
A lonely boat in an angry ocean
rolling with the waves
heaving and shedding the seas
diving deep and rising
surging towards a calmer haven.
The Detritus of Evolution
Distant echoes of familiar places
blurred and aged by time
of happiness and failed ambition
a mixture of recollections
leaving wishful nostalgia behind.
Fortunes vary as the tides and seasons
in life’s lottery of chances
blindly living and dying without a reason.