I say it the ocean
that it runs
deep. But water
it is not,
quickly swept up
by the wind.

Nor is it driftwood
that rides the tides
undecided. I Say it is
the rudder that steers
the ship. Not the sail
that the wind does blow,
but the ropes
which carefully guide us
to which direction
we choose to go.

It is the rope
that binds us not
against our wills,
but that of which we
hold on to
in the darkness
of our minds
where light does not
our eyes show
nor in winds
that tell us No.

For M.D.R.

(Paolo Jerome D. Cristobal / 06/10/14)