From the moment they hatch the moon is their guide.
Shepherding toward the comfort of each rolling tide.
Practically blind, yet instinctively reaching
Placing complete trust in some vague inner teaching.
They emerge to cross a dangerous beach
Striving towards an Ocean, that is just out of reach.
YOU ARE READING
A poem per day
PoetryA place for poems. One year. 365 poems. A challenge, a journey - a quest to be a better writer.
