Adrift . . .

We are in the wind
Twigs down a river
Life in the flower
In bloom
Experience the fact that we are ripe
Sweet like fruits
Here to see it
Around to feel it
Try to grasp it
But don't gasp
When it tears open
When things no longer are as you thought
Leave behind whatever you where taught
New ways to
Next we do
On with
Moving
On

(Written on the toilet)