To the oblivion to come

I was caught by surprise,

A lost wanderer

With a finger for a compass,

Lashed by the wind

And bent,

Like an old sea dog.

It is to the sea —

I must admit —

That I want to go.

But not now,

Then.

When the waves of my years

No longer will roar,

And like a sated leaf

Detached from the branch,

I will abandon myself

To the oblivion to come.

by Jason R. Forbus