When the sails won’t fill
And the ship won’t move
And everything is still
Is it calm?
Or is it doldrums?
And if it is the latter
Than I pity you
When it flows there is an abundance
We misconstrue that it is ours to own
But no
It is just the flow
And if we don’t throw ourselves all in
Weigh anchor and sail before the wind
Losing sight of all we hold dear
Without fear
It’s gone
And the hollow of the loss
Is an empty bowl
The sound of a tapping spoon fills the ether
