DRIFTWOOD

‘DRIFTWOOD’

In my quiet contemplations

I see your face,

It drifts into my mind like

abstract driftwood,

washing up on my shoreline.

It needs a home; a calm scene.

In my hands it’s wondrous art-

Let it have a place at my

hearth- a decorous piece to be

admired.

The grain flows down to earth

my soul- the forgotten traces of

decay and baggage made

null by life’s experience.

You move me,

my beautiful driftwood art,

my future promise of the good-

Salvaged, from the wreckage

of your life.

Ellie LaCrosse.