Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Drift

Drift
©June 19th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Drifting, always drifting,
You point your catamaran
Inexorably
To Polaris.

How do you know where
You’re headed, with no
Compass, no instruments,
No notes, no rudder?

Do you have a secret plan?
An esoteric set of sticks that
Follow waves and swells,
Indicating winds and atolls?

Do you follow the secret voice
Of the sea who whispers
To you alone, as she throws
Fish and seaweed onto your boat
So you won’t starve?

Do you lie back, and gaze at
Wheeling skies and stars
Rising and setting suns and moons
And smile in secret,
Because you own the biggest
Treasure in the world?

How do you drift,
And keep drifting
Until you get to where
You always wanted to be?

And how did you get there?

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