Poem by R.M. Dolin, May 5, 2025, Read Other Poems
At least for now,
my soul's a sailor,
a heart without a harbor
wandering whimsically on
subtle waves of solitude
with no one other me
to lace my head with worry.
There's a suddenness in goodbye
making the next start
over necessarily destined.
Something you won't understand
any more than me saying
I can't give what I haven't got.
You may not yet be gone
but you're always moving on,
that's our destiny.
From the R.M. Dolin novel, “An Unstainable Life,” Issac tries making sense of Darwin’s journals guiding him through how to survive a self-sustaining life. Darwin, though, randomly tosses in poems and idioms offering insight into his personal life. In this poem, Darwin begins as the bold master of his destiny even while admitting he has nothing to offer anyone. In the last stanza though, he reveals his real insecurity.
