I have stopped winding my grandfather’s pocket watch.
The angle of the sun suffices.
I no longer use a compass when sailing.
The color of the water and scent on the air suffice.
I am rarely on time. I am often lost.
Soon I will empty myself of what remains.
I will be the sun and the water.
The last three lines go in so many directions… wonderful imagery at the same time. both a sense of alienation and serenity, secular and spiritual
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Thanks! I was hoping to have it read with those lines going wherever the reader would take them.
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