An insect seaward-swept from flowery home
has slid into the water from the wind:
a fish’s fin-beat downwards sucks it in,
a sea-gull’s wing-beat skims it off the foam;
a single skyward-whirled small grain of sand
lets torn limbs painfully sink by degrees;
and surging in from grey infinities
the current dumps it, dead, back on the land.
In life’s indifference I drift, apart –
its balance making me now trough now peak –
through thinking, feeling, striving vainly seek
the unknown that's steered my actions from the start,
and Someone, Something that I could forgive
the burden of the pointless life I live.