The rain bands slant across the narrow track
between the leaden clouds and churning seas.
The vastness, standing before ocean’s edge,
is boxed by rain, low clouds, and rising waves.
My view of infinite space shrivels up.
The water curtain hides what lies behind —
the lost horizon lies, disguised by lines
of squall that crawl with all the time allowed.
What brought me to this shore is now mislaid:
some sense that I could never be contained.
I’m sure that storm intends to push me home —
back to the box where it thinks I belong.
But then it passes by; blue skies beyond,
and I can see out past the trawler’s shapes.
the !n(tro)verted yogi 
This is quite exceptional, each Stanza builds in pressure and power until you reach that third Stanza:
“What brought me to this shore is now mislaid:
some sense that I could never be contained.
Iām sure that storm intends to push me home ā
back to the box where it thinks I belong.”
This stanza in particular stands out. It is powerful and oh, so relatable. It is a perfect moment of clarity. It is the hope that all will return to a state and time of wellness that has already long since passed. It is quite beautiful and was a pleasure to read.
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Thank you very much
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This is wonderful writing it remind me the poem I wrote some time back!
Bush footed butterfly pleased
For spectral paradise, a bright glitters through droplets.
@khadija13
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You write such beautiful poems! The storm is pushing you back home to new hopes & a rainbow beyond the clouds & the rain š
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Thank you
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