WIND FROM MY SAILS

Something has stolen the wind from my sails

becalmed and still I sit, 

stunned into silence

by sudden clouds, 

shading the sun from my face,

my sight becomes dimmed, 

my mind in a spin, 

but no shooting stars, 

not concussion, 

much worse, maybe not, 

as I focus on near things, 

tack this way and that, 

in mind but I find I'm still here in this place

at least for a while, 

given grace, 

then after its all in the past, 

new thermals can fill me again

those sails, 

life's good rythmns in health

take the helm 

and replenish myself,

the figurehead of future development

life, 

so take stock and be wise,

take the view that a pause 

is a good thing

a change, 

it may even lead you to wonderful things, 

who knows?