Remain

I don't need to ask
Feeling the burned out,
Frayed edges.
I know…
The closed mindedness.
The inability,
Amongst so much able mobility.
The frustration.
The lack of,
Autonomy….
The empathetic,
Blurring, boundaries.
The need to know,
The course towards,
Remindful grounding.
The anchor,
By which to reside,
Amidst the sea of drifting.
I see it,
In the weathered,
Sun bleached sails.
Hear it,
Calling in the warp and strain,
Of taught and tight woven grain.
I know it,
Yet here I remain.