today my thoughts are as muddled as the weather.
no clear ideas
no smooth sailing through these choppy waters
floating in circles
where is my true north?
where should I be pointing,
plotting my course?
will you fill my sails?
surprise me with the wind of excitement, of purpose, of clarity?
still I float, bob and dither
mocked by fluttering sails, teasing bursts of wind.
cold raindrops splatter adding to my dismay
Let go, lie back, float
be at ease on this sea
drop by drop it is filled