BECALMED
The current slowly carries me along to who knows where. I scan the horizon again, nothing is there.
Only yesterday, or was it the day before, a fair wind was blowing and I could see the shore.
When did it quit, I don’t even know? I wasn’t aware when it ceased to blow.
Well, I’ll close for now, since I don’t know where I’m going, and finish when the wind again starts to blowing.
Marshall Warren