I come unstuck when it seems
That my influence
is not enough
and solution is the job at hand.
When I don’t have an answer
And can only be me
And all that I see
Are boxes
And clouds
Floating in my mind
Unattached and
Drifting
Lost in thought
And a whisper in the wind.
I am of whim and fancy
And fleet passing thoughts
That mean the world to me
Free and flotsam
Ebbing
Then crashing
And bits and pieces of me
Wash up along the shore
To be picked up and carried
Like bounty and wealth
And good health
Clasped
Tight delight
Within a treasured chest.
I crash and thrash
Each day
I pray
That I can be
For you
For me
A lighthouse
Tall and proud
A beacon in the dark
When my presence is the essence of the solution.