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…
