Poem by R.M. Dolin, May 5, 2025, Read Other Poems
For now, at least,
my soul's a sailor,
a heart without a harbor
wandering whimsically on
subtle waves of solitude
with no one other me
lacing my head with worry.
There's a suddenness to goodbye
making my next start
over seem destined.
Something you can't understand
any more than me saying
I can't give what I haven't got.
You may not be gone
but you were always moving on,
that's our destiny.
From the R.M. Dolin novel, “Unstainable Life,” Issac tries making sense out of Darwin’s journals, while most entries pertain to aspects of surviving a self-sustaining life sometimes Darwin tosses in a poem to give Issac something to think about. This poem pertains to why Darwin never married.
