Tamed

I stay and watch the tiny ripples of waves,
Like dazzling diamonds upon the water's surface.
Life's sounds surround me.
I tune out all but the scent of the bay.

Not a busy day here today,
A few fisherman, a blue heron, and me.
Leaving me to my nagging thoughts,
The view, and my restless breath.

The sun shines upon my face.
I'm so happy to feel its warmth again.
A touch of warmth I can't seem to find
Elsewhere, anywhere...

We've become a world of apathy.
Afraid to touch.
Scared to feel.
Too busy to make the effort.

Or is it just timing?
Has that time passed me by?
Do we reach an age where we are unlovable?
Alone, because we would not settle for less.

Maybe it's my restless heart.
It's become too hard to tame.
Needing too much stimulation,
To keep up with my racing brain.

Then the everlasting wanderlust.
Searching, always searching.
Coming close, but not quite finding
The arms that feel like home.

Thoughts become words.
Words become actions.
Till we are too tired to think,
Let alone feel.

Left alone again with this ache.
Sometimes satisfied for brief moments.
Other times begging to be tamed,
Always knowing that it never will be.


©2016 Carol Gregoire