Doldrums (5/31/06)

Stuck here,
In the Doldrums,
That dull valley between loves.

I’m a sailboat
On still, muddy water.
There’s no fresh breeze for me.

I try to get out,
But I’m rowing in circles,
And my oars get caught and lost
In the seaweed.

I’m bored,
And frustrated,
And I want out.

But I have to wait
For a fine, following wind
That can blow me
To a sheltered harbor
Or a sunny lagoon.