The Unfit Misfit

The unfit misfit
The puzzle piece that has no place
Neva fitting
Readily pitting
Sailing with the tides
Up, down, forward, sideways
Currents, torrents
Pulling, proding
Carrying

At whatever point we encounter  shore
There, we'll stop, make camp
Light a fire, stare at stars...

At least until unease and unrest
Cause our hearts to wander
And stillness, an option unbecoming

So the morning arrives with bags packed
Another seaway adventure
Or wander journey
Depending on where we are priviledged to meet shore again
Till then we'll float with the tides and dance with the sharks
Under clear skies
Under blue stars
Moon shine, ocean tides
Ying, yang, dark, light
Till we are entwined
In perfect harmony
Rhythm, as fluid as the waters
Lost at sea and never to be found
But in floors with fish and reed
Rock and weed
Swimming with eels
Till we arrive
Where ends meet
And oceans deep
Wandering for all time
Always to be the unfit misfit.