I tried to sail up stream
without much luck.
Then I tried to sail down stream
a bit more succesfull
but still without much luck.
I tried to find calm waters
but before I could
my boat broke.
Now I'm holding on
to a single piece of lumber.
I'm very scared
unable to move
and just flowing with the stream.
I think a small piece of my lumber
has broken off.
I can't see where
but I have a feeling
that it happened.
That makes me even more scared.
I hope my piece of lumber will hold
and keep my head above water.
If it breaks and disappears
I'm quite certain I will drown
before I find calm waters.
My piece of lumber
means the world to me.
I thank God he sent it
and I hope it will
last me a lifetime.
My world is a better place
because of this piece of lumber.
April 2009
Anita Sørensen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-piece-of-lumber/
