Eddy

Strange day of nothing
Right or wrong.

Not in. Gone home.
Just missed. They're closed.

I was caught
In a swirling eddy all day.
I smiled and laughed
Because I knew
No reasoned motion
Could be maintained,
Overpowered by
This backwash day.

A poem of growth
And inner peace
Attained its conscious form.
I walked a circle
Exploring its sights and sounds.

I found a place
With food for thought.
There form and sustenance
Were pleasantly combined.

A touch of love
For a fallen child.
Music was sung
To smooth our way.

All in all
A pleasant eddy
Of a day.

January, 1981