Dingy 


I feel like
an empty dingy
bobbing about
with no destination

On the horizon
swaying here
moving there
being rocked

in my cradle
emptying, my
mind and soul
listless. 

Heavy clouds
gather. I'm a
sitting duck
all this water

 off 
a duck's back
hardly. My
Feathers ruffled 

My life
tossing about
like some
rubber dingy


When I stand, I still feel like I'm moving

both physically and emotionally.