The Storm before the calm (poetic thought by George-B)

The Storm before the calm (poetic thought by George-B)

I float, now, at fate’s will, karma – for sail,
fate – for rudder while I remain,
just a resigned captain, passenger and sole survivor,

Surreally true…

Show me to the shore,
show me the rock, the birds,
show me the current to the light house,

to become again homeward bound,
from the storm before the calm