This is the first poem I wrote in 2002 after more than a 10 year hiatus from poetry. It has some minor issues that detract from it being just right and no matter how much I've re-edited it, I can never seem to get it to be entirely perfect. I reclined for awhile along the river bank Watching the water eddy and flow Watching the stones I threw as they sank The moon slipping with a silver glow As I sat, I started to ponder more and more While the water flowed slower, then stilled No more ripples cast out to the sandy shore I felt the stagnant peace; I lost my will I stayed longer yet, ceasing to move No longer breathing or being, nothing left Content to watch with all thought removed Void of excitement, blank, bereft In the distance, a whirlwind was swirling I watched as it stirred along the trees Wanting to escape my boredom I fell onto my knees I prayed to become one with the whirlwind To let it take me away Prayed to escape my lethargy Regardless of anguish or pain Soon my prayer
Everything is open to the winds of chance.