Sonnet

Think of the flowers growing in the fields.
They never have to work or spin.
Yet they have as much worth as goldfields.
They are without worry or sin.

Of course we should think of today.
Because tomorrow will look after itself.
All this stuff of today and flowers how easy to say.
But these fine sentiments sit on a dusty shelf.

Yet today I lay in a shallow calm North Sea.
Staring alone at scudding cloud and fitful sun.
I had no thought save for what I could feel and see.
There was nowhere and no need to hide or to run.

This is how it should be I am told.
But I got out, oh the water was so cold.

Haiku

Live just for today
Tomorrow cares for itself
The sea is just cold