quaterns anyone

tenacity                                                          





stoic we cling to the driftwood
hold on as if by doing so
would redeem us for our misdeeds
that have left us treading water

having lost sight of the coastline
stoic we cling to the driftwood
and seek the company of others
who float nearby on the currents

at the mercy of moon and tides
of the life that swims below us
stoic we cling to the driftwood
breathing in the sea’s salty air

one day bleeds into the next day
divided between light and dark
punishing gales and mild trade winds
stoic we cling to the driftwood



              Douglas Branson