Dreaming of the life I led,
I found myself becalmed,
abandoned by the wind of movement,
eyes wide open in the doldrums,
sides slapped by the listless swell,
I heaved to and waited.
“For what?” you ask
and I pretend a vague direction,
as if expecting any moment
the saving breath of a fresh breeze
and the hope of destination.
I’ll not resort to rowing.
Line count: 12
Free verse
For The Daily Poem, 02.01.26
Prompt: Becalmed.
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