Desiring purpose I looked,
spreading my nets wide
across the ocean’s possibilities,
into this – that – these,
wondering what the hell
this life’s all about.

money?
Earned that.

learning?
Know that.

success?
Secured that.

Sex?
Married that.

religion?
Followed that.

things?
Owned that.

purpose?
Missed that.

So I pulled anchor,
planning to move on
down the coast some,
to more fertile waters,
to coasts with pleasures,
where life’s actual joys
must all be waiting.