Better Off

Your heavy, calicoed hands
stay balled up. Never open
to another’s. Your lifeless
arms always stay crossed
looking like you just lost.
Your patience went astray,
yet the frustration stayed.
The time I’ve been away
has shown me a new life
consisting of better days.
In many ways, I’m better
off not finding the things
that forever remain lost.

Drifting

Alone, on the water, I lay.
It’s just me. Nothing to say.
I’ve been drifting all night
and day. I am drifting
out of sight. I’ll be alright.
This water has taken me
and pushed me to be
another man lost at sea.
I’m not lost; I’m just free.
I drift closer to the sun
and I begin to think –
I’m not the only one.