Some mornings I wake up

And don’t know where I am.

Crosswise and upside down

On sheets of paper and purpose

Crumpled and rumpled and

Not afraid but cautiously curious

And alone.


And some mornings I swim

Through waves of not knowing

or understanding and paddle, paddle

on until I reach the shore

Weighty and wet and

Buoyed by intent

Yet exhausted.


Carry on, carry on

Swim like hell, little fishies.

Your classmates are callous, life is confusion

and purpose uncharted

Until we make our own sense. – pn


photo credit: Caine Delacy for Daily Mail


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