Overcast Off
I am adrift on this moment,
stranded, it seems there is no current
strong enough to lead away
from what is current; a breeze
skims the top of today’s water,
the ripples are the sum of
everything yet accomplished,
whose combined force steadily rocks
me back and forth, causing seasickness
though taking me nowhere;
but once I raise my mind like a sail
up into the trade winds of abstraction,
I can learn mobility from
the twin gusts of hope and regret,
which see me off but do not promise
that land even exists anywhere.