In the current of life

two people poleing
their boat through the dread
headed for shoals
on the ocean ahead,

caught in a tangle
twisted in love
rolling like clouds
away and above,

two people boating
their lives gone astray
wanting to go
wanting to stay,

wrapped in confusion
their hearts are afire
hating to see
how such things transpire,

two people moving
away and apart
each one is stabbing
straight for the heart.

1972
(After I wrote the poem I stuck it in a book
and forgot about it until 1979 when I found it)