Turbulent Undercurrents

Abandoning a ship in mid-water
Not far from being moored
Vulnerable, I feel reaching ashore
Amid high seas, marooned

Somewhat perturbed by turbulence,
At times longing to chart a new course,
It seems providence manifested an avenue
Enabling this decision enforce

Yet a disquiet within prevails,
Itching for a sneak peek into future
Seeking an affirmation from divinity
If life would offer a seamless suture

Having to stare at a blank canvas is
Perhaps daunting well past my prime
I hope to paint it with radiant colours,
Letting not accrue dirt and grime

So abrupt are the winds of change
Even a status quoist can’t desist
Relenting to the will of the omnipotent
With poise, every mortal has to drift