The skiff drifts

with the current

the will of the tide

the compass of keel

and across the bow

the mooring line

frayed, trails


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Adrift

  1. such is our lot when we don’t tend to our ropes of faith


    • I’ve spent my whole life ‘tending to the ropes of faith’ but when you get old and look down at your hands, all you see you’re holding are ‘man made tenets, creeds, systems of thought, and a very thin thread of human community’ . . . I’ve come to the conclusion that unless God is holding on to me I am just one more sinner sinking in the depths of a very deep sea . . .


  2. I love the rhythm of “Adrift”.
    Re: your reply to Paul…. very profound and thought provoking!


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