Not in my wheelhouse
Just a bit out of control
But full steam ahead
Just a bit out of control
But full steam ahead
Sullen
in demeanor
and intent
are they
Delight
do I
in the extremes
of existence
The road
From where I love
To where I love
Passes through
A world I love
Though I flinch
In a fusillade
Of wind and rain
I stay on deck
Deep breath
A deep breath
In place and time
Crossing
From what was
To what will be
From the holding on
Returning
To the letting go