We are
lost.
Found.
Free.
Full.
s a i s
w w n t
e a o
p y r
t m
s.
Lost.
Washed up
in the lee.
~
We freeze
as sheer
translucent
waves,
pounding down,
atomised,
clothing
savage rocks in
seething
white.
~
We
matter.
~
Let’s
fill
our
hearts
and
face
the
future
walking
hand
in
hand.
~ ~
Note: this poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Who Matters?’ (Menu, Poems, Who Matters?)
(Also see Menu, Poetic Adventures, ‘Who Matters?’: An Adventure Exploring Poetic Technique)