Wanderer Over A Sea Of Fog by Casper David Friedrich
Awashed am I with feelings
My head cannot pin down.
Naming them is fruitless
They’re not exhibit nouns.
To label is to know them
Classified and understood.
To give to them a title
Really will not do me good.
Accept, lie back and let them
Immerse me in their depths,
To teach me of their truths
And their unmeasured breadth.
Too soon I go to thinking,
Discerning what this is,
“How do I handle it?”
Like revising for a quiz.
But I’ll embrace my feelings,
My head will have to wait
It will learn to befriend
These instinctive inner traits.
Written on Monday 16th July 2018