Splintered From the Beam by Sam Flot

Splintered From the Beam

Wood drifts like flotsam

Bouncing around either overboard or shipwrecked

Sometimes lately

I feel like a piece of driftwood

Splintered from the beam or tree

Unsure of my direction

No view of shore

No appendages

No means available to me

To influence direction

But, still unsure of any direction

Not just one I think might be preferable to survival

Drifting at the whim of the ocean

Up, down, left, right

The ocean throws me around if it wants to

I have absolutely no control………….

Sometimes?

Sometimes?

I always feel like flotsam on the ocean

I have no control

I feel like I’m overboard and shipwrecked

So I give in to the feeling

I float with the ocean

I go where it takes me

I see other driftwood

I see sunsets and sunrises

I give in to the ocean

I give in to the feeling

I see many other pieces of wood

Floating just like me

Floating without control

At the whims of the power of the waves

I see seagulls and dolphins

Sometimes it’s not so bad, this floating

Sometimes the good bleeds through with understanding

Sometimes it feels like any moment now

We will all see land

I am losing my sense of desperation

I am gaining a sense of hope

I can see land if I want to and

I can finally wash ashore and

Sit still on the sand

Until high tide or human hands change my direction

I can sit still……….

I can sit ……….

Just sit still………….

Just sit………

Just…..

Happy

To

Be

 ~~~~~~~

Sam Flot         

10.20.2015 at the Beachcomber in Fort Bragg, CA