Drifting

 

An illness fighting

With my good health,

To home I return early,

Retreating, like a bird

In rain hovers in the nest.

I bundle warmly

Against the winter's cold

That pushes through

The ill-fitting doors

And window frames.

I rest with my words,

Too void of strength

To do much else.

Snuggling close

I hide in sofa cushions

And woolen blankets,

My mind stretches upward

Unfolding like the main sail

And waiting for the winds

To carry me away.

How warm the thoughts that billow

Against my canvas mind;

Visions of you

Drifting through.

My thoughts converge, connect, unite

Like paint upon my canvas,

Transforming my sail,

I drift enchanted

Upon the current

Of mystic visions of you.

 

 

B. Benjamin

Free verse

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