Drifting...
Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2016 8:12 pm
Drifting…
Do you sometimes get the notion
You are rocking on the ocean
When you’re really in a dull suburban street?
Do you ever get the feeling
That your hull is madly heeling,
And it’s quite a challenge staying on your feet?
Do you sometimes sense while napping
You can hear the gentle lapping
Of the wavelets on the timbers of your ship?
Have you ever felt while dozing
That the ocean is imposing,
And you’re nothing but a thimble in its grip?
Do you ever think while sleeping
At the bow are dolphins leaping,
And you’re gazing at their antics from the rail?
Do you sometimes rather wonder
That you’ve made a shocking blunder,
And you’re racing through a storm with too much sail?
Are you stunned great expeditions
Can arise from such conditions
As prevail when upon your bed you lie;
That you’re sure you’re on the water,
Unrestrained by bricks and mortar,
When reality dictates you’re high and dry?
© Stephen Whiteside 20.12.2016
Do you sometimes get the notion
You are rocking on the ocean
When you’re really in a dull suburban street?
Do you ever get the feeling
That your hull is madly heeling,
And it’s quite a challenge staying on your feet?
Do you sometimes sense while napping
You can hear the gentle lapping
Of the wavelets on the timbers of your ship?
Have you ever felt while dozing
That the ocean is imposing,
And you’re nothing but a thimble in its grip?
Do you ever think while sleeping
At the bow are dolphins leaping,
And you’re gazing at their antics from the rail?
Do you sometimes rather wonder
That you’ve made a shocking blunder,
And you’re racing through a storm with too much sail?
Are you stunned great expeditions
Can arise from such conditions
As prevail when upon your bed you lie;
That you’re sure you’re on the water,
Unrestrained by bricks and mortar,
When reality dictates you’re high and dry?
© Stephen Whiteside 20.12.2016