uncertainty

i have stood
my soul tossed
loitered upon the heaving
sea of uncertainty.

here i am still,
when most ships crash
to the depths,
i am still tattered - weeping
to her glorious sea
longing like a salted
tongue

for these sorrows,
such tremors - are not just
of my own making -
but rather of the aching
souls who struggle
along side me'

who am i
what are we -
where is life
without uncertainty.


rohe