They say they’d like to let go of everything
and fall back, not to care, just be
guided by the wind, into the eternal stream.

Well, I let go
not to care
felt for the draft
got my ears wet and laughed.
Waited and waited…

I realized then that here there is no wind-
not here.
With no wind the stream became
a lifeless thing.
So I went nowhere.

And when this is,
rejuvenation’s bright-
after you’ve traveled down that stream.

Carried not, I only idly lay
afloat with ease like upon the Dead Sea.
I woke a new expecting no littered bay
to idle in this dead stream.

It came to me that I would lay, lay and lay.
I was stuck here,
only to say that I’ve gone nowhere.

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