Many an Odd Man

Many an Odd Man

by dan ankers

Many an odd man, chiefest of all, me

Afloat on the raft of this world

Lost on these rapids, these waves, dark and crashing

This foam, frothing, snapping

These jaws of the lakes and the rivers and the

Sea

I once tried the shore, there was much to explore

but I felt that the world was a little more

Just a little more

So I set upon the the waters

And now I sail forever

Thinking I’m clever

I find it much easier this way

And if I die today

Well

At least I didn’t give in too easily

I can say

I have not found a land yet

Which has met up with my scrutiny

And did not inspire mutiny

...Once in awhile, I visit family

and find their islands nice and soothing

But I can feel my bones again,

call for some moving

These are good places

But they are not MY places

Though I always miss again

Their pleasant faces.