Wanderers

For the last few days, weeks, months, years,

I have been wandering.

Whiling my time away,

Wondering.

 

They say “All those who wander

are not lost”

Or am I just fancying myself

to be Faust?

 

Mary Oliver asked me – “Tell me, what is it you plan to do,

With your one wild and precious life?”

Figuring this out is painful,

And the cause of a lot of strife.

 

Being the “Captain of my soul”

Is tough, it is.

Especially alone, and without a compass,

in black rough seas.