A piece of driftwood lies
alone on the sunbaked sand.
A knarled knot points out to sea,
gesturing far from the land.
What troubled seas have you traversed?
What strange lands have you spied?
The wood oblivious to my verse,
leaves me unsatisfied.
And yet the smell of salty sea,
and remnants of soft sand,
Bring misty memories back to me,
of ocean ventures far from land.