I float on the surface,
Like the white foam
Of the black seas
/
Unaware of my purpose,
I am hardly sure
Such a purpose exists
/
I taste the salt and
Feel the depth
Underneath
/
Then, I reach the shallows:
Here I end,
And I grieve
/
In the glow of sunshine,
To the songs
Of the breeze
/
I must again dissolve into the sea,
Which I am made of –
The sea, unknowable to me
yes the primal soup
Too much salt, I think :)!
The first two stanza really captured for me that lack of purpose one feels from time to time.
Sometimes I feel like days just pass, and pass, and pass; and all I do is get older but not at all wiser. It would be a shame if this ‘floating on the surface’ was all there was to life. I hope it isn’t!
Many thanks for your comment ;)!