Maybe, Maybe, poetic thought by George-B

Maybe, Maybe,  poetic thought by George-B

I waited for the right wave, too long,
unlike Papillon I discovered
no particular sequence.
Wave washed on the sand at my feet, 
waves crushed against the shore, 
always remodeling…

I waited for the right wind, the one that would propel me
away from the shore, for too long…
many a wind came, whistling their way through space
brushing and polishing the face of stone, the Sphinx:
He seems to have been witness to all, since it was carved
by demigods or perhaps antediluvian human-like creature,
my ancestors…
Maybe, one day the perfect wind will bring the perfect wave

Maybe, maybe…

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One response to “Maybe, Maybe, poetic thought by George-B

  1. Pingback: The Old City, poetic thought by George -B | euzicasa

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