Washed Up

I have lost my bearings
and won’t find them again

I had always meant to explore
and to map my journey

and yet I lost my way
it seems to me now eagerly

as if I meant to lose it
as if it were a burden

I’m a point without coordinates
drifting upon no journey,

point that has escaped all grids,
a pointless point – these words

betray nothing at all, only
how awkward to  be free…

I’m washed up now
on the shores of myself


2010