To Be Adrift

How perplexing

He thought

From waist-deep in relations

To a boat-like flotation

Knowing one’s engine could be started again

He chose to let the tides carry him where they wanted

To be adrift

He thought

Was not a sad state

Rather it was a chance

At uninterrupted solitude

Afloat atop the tides of

Unpredictability

Where deep fathoms

Of clashing motion

Muffled by the depth and weight

Of determination

Was part of the darkness beneath him

The sightless and silent array of disturbing currents

Swelling to the gravitational pull of Natures sufferance

A distortion of forces subject to diurnal temperature changes

The cyclical changes of Man’s fear of power out of his control

Yes…

To maintain a flotation above the chaos and turmoil

Is to chance finding sold ground of worth

A footing that is void of another’s control.