Sunday, 25 July 2010


a rudderless boat being buffeted by the waves
this way and that
without direction

you can never truly be yourself
he said
until both your parents are gone

i remember those words
said long before the time
when they would mean anything

a broken family
five siblings without strong connections
and not enough to keep me here

nothing to anchor me 
other than work and school
and I feel the pull of the sea

a shoreline with breaking waves
a village with friendly faces
new beginnings

somewhere far enough away
 to start anew
wherever the current takes me

Image of Tahiti by my baby brother, a naval officer. Thanks T.