Daily missive for Monday the 13th of October.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive for Monday the 13th of October.

Washed away,
Drowned, in reckless flight,
All hope lost.
Swept by chance,
Upon a beach, of circumstance.
Given half a yard
To gather up
The rootless flotsam,
That all too idly
Drifts on by,
Or lies upon the shore.
A gathering,
Of the jettisoned.
With little left
To furnish any rescue,
Unless with cord and rope,
You roughly craft,
A raft,
Of wood and vine.
And with this hope
You cast a line,
To feed your dream.
And find the strength,
To build belief,
That one day soon,
Will bring relief,
And transport you,
Back into,
Still and gentle,
Slowly flowing,
Life affirming,
Waters.