Bobbing forward

I don’t know when I’ll see you next

I’m bound here

I work here

I learn here

I build and I build and I build

This ship, but where is it headed?

I have been made a promise that

It will find land.

Are there landmarks I will find when I set sail?

I don’t know when I’ll find you

Are you along this path I sail?

How will I come meet you?

I’m bound here

I work here

I learn here

This sail unfurls

Snapping tightly as it finds the wind.

Steady and flowing now

Leading me to this land, elusive land.

Who will be there?

What will I find?

I don’t know.

The seas are restless

Now and again

These words and musing chase each other round my mind.

Meanwhile I’m on this methodical path.

They say a straight line, that A leads to B leads to C

But I see a volatile sea - from dull waddle to gnashing and pounding

There is silent uncertainty in every inch of it

Where will this path lead me in 20 years?

Will it resemble what I chose?

Will I have chosen right?

When do the pieces of my life fall into place?

This knowledge I build, this land I'm promised to

Are companions on my journey but not my final height

So I wonder and wonder and keep bobbing forward