This piece was written after reflecting on the mood that surrounded me following the end of A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin recently - through adult eyes rather than the eyes of youth and young adulthood. This does not, in any way, describe the totality of what I felt. It merely captures a part of it. I thoroughly recommend the book. And the one that follow it :)
I just see a boat
and a fishing net
cast in shallow seas
muddied waters.
Bobbing, it bobs
afloat and going nowhere
Stranded
with everywhere to go.
It’s a coracle
small, round
caught in a spinning
stasis.
Bound it is, I am,
constrained by nothing
But directionless.
Boundless
Brought near to shore
by my own fears
and uncertainties.
Move! Wretched boat,
move!
You contain me on these
wide, open seas.
Warmed,
Heated,
Dehydrated by sunshine
on cloudless, glassy-skied days.
Drag or push
Pull or float me somewhere.
Look to the horizon!
Endless it is
Round and round
Encasing me in its hope
Describing the eternal circle
of possibilities
All conceivable
and it seems non achievable.
The waves are small
like soft and slow pulses
of energies kinetic
Rolling, rising, lifting
It is me.
I am caught.
Unbounded and stuck
In these
Maddening circles of possibility.
I just see a boat
and a fishing net
cast in shallow seas
muddied waters.
Bobbing, it bobs
afloat and going nowhere
Stranded
with everywhere to go.
It’s a coracle
small, round
caught in a spinning
stasis.
Bound it is, I am,
constrained by nothing
But directionless.
Boundless
Brought near to shore
by my own fears
and uncertainties.
Move! Wretched boat,
move!
You contain me on these
wide, open seas.
Warmed,
Heated,
Dehydrated by sunshine
on cloudless, glassy-skied days.
Drag or push
Pull or float me somewhere.
Look to the horizon!
Endless it is
Round and round
Encasing me in its hope
Describing the eternal circle
of possibilities
All conceivable
and it seems non achievable.
The waves are small
like soft and slow pulses
of energies kinetic
Rolling, rising, lifting
It is me.
I am caught.
Unbounded and stuck
In these
Maddening circles of possibility.