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Driftwood- A Poetic Journey of Restless Longing and Solitude by Wayne Browder

Wayne Browder


A leaf blown about by the wind,

a lone goose flying against a slate gray sky

a piece of driftwood stranded in an eddy,

an ever restless heart, never knowing why.

Forever my steps take me yonder,

my gaze is drawn toward the horizon.

I long to feel the wind in my face,

and my back burned by the sun.

Of all God's wayward children

surely I am the most;

A strange combination of loneliness

and a deep desire to be alone.

Masses of clouds billowing across the sky,

the ever changing waves of the sea,

why should you care for me?

A piece of driftwood, stranded in an eddy.

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