poem of the day October 9

I docked

along the

paradox

in a boat

called Confusion

carrying a cargo

of right and wrong

As I stepped out

onto the plank 

I was greeted

by blank stares

sitting in chairs

waiting for the tide

to wash over

yesterday's delusion

I did not know

how the flag would fly

without a wind 

to push my thoughts

but then I saw a beggar man

dressed so well in golden cloth

I asked him where the sun does shine

as he looked upon my face

He said to me the destiny

is always hidden in the waste