Here is one of my poems that says something about that:
Rosemary McKinley
The Sea of Life
A
person can plan
But
the currents of life take
Their
own turns and paths
Like enormous curling, pulsing, waves
To
the smallest trickles of
Frosted
tipped, baby bubbles
Sometimes
these tiniest, half ripples
Affect
us more
Than
the grandiose movements
Of
the ebb tide
Published
in Lucidity, Vol.21---Winter 2006
Poets Arts Magazine September 20, 2011
