Lost

lost in the maze of invisible waves

I'm a ship that has no rudder

I flounder on the waves,

spinning round in circles,

through a mist filled haze.

I can't see the far off shore,

I cannot see the land,

if the fog were thicker,

I wouldn't see my hand.

I must have lost my way last night,

when the air was fraught with rain,

but I'm not worried yet,

I have not gone insane.

Just a bit bewildered,

by the space I cannot see,

by the solitude around,

by the absence of the sea.

I bobble back and forth,

like a cork upon a pond,

and wonder if I'll ever,

again, touch solid ground.