by Jim Keenan
I am just a piece of driftwood
pulled and tossed without direction,
but the tides and waves that formed me
left me smoother in the end.
And the places that I've been to,
and the times that I have been through,
taught me breaking is the price you pay
if you can’t learn to bend.
I have weathered out the power
and the violence of the raging
of the sea when it is storm tossed,
when the ocean's white with foam.
I've been lulled upon still waters
where the murmur of a whisper
could break the silent slumber
of the surface like a stone.
I've been stranded on far beaches
when the tides have all departed
and the sun's beat down upon me
as I lay there all alone.
I have been around this world more times
than I have strength for counting.
And the one thing I have learned is,
where you find yourself, is home.
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