I Find My Way

The sheen below reflects
The snowcapped peaks far above
Unseen beyond low hanging cloud
While the little tug
She trundles cross the sound
Inbound from points unknown

In this world am I unbound
Softer than the lazy breeze
Which barely ripples cross the sea
Unattached to weighty thoughts
Adrift, perhaps, some might say
Yet guided by the tidal flows

I find my way