On biting winds, the currents took
To distance lands, a blank book;
Sea spray washed it, the rain drowned
Until it ran aground;
On a beach.
Black clouds parted, a distance thunder,
The blank book laughed, with staring wonder;
It picked itself up to wait,
For what? Only fate,
Can tell.
I found it, dried it, and took it home;
I wrote words, meaningless words.
All through the pages I drew squiggles
In pen and coloured pencils.
On the first page, I wrote
ME.
Jed Anderson-Habel
To distance lands, a blank book;
Sea spray washed it, the rain drowned
Until it ran aground;
On a beach.
Black clouds parted, a distance thunder,
The blank book laughed, with staring wonder;
It picked itself up to wait,
For what? Only fate,
Can tell.
I found it, dried it, and took it home;
I wrote words, meaningless words.
All through the pages I drew squiggles
In pen and coloured pencils.
On the first page, I wrote
ME.
Jed Anderson-Habel