I am adrift
Which is funny, really, all things considered
myself, adrift amongst the waves
waving or drowning?
or both all at once
I've lost my way and don't know where to find me
and maybe that's ok
maybe none of it matters
not the fact that I sleep at night
and awake in the morning
and eat sometimes and work sometimes and have time to read and to sit still and just
be still
maybe none of it matters.
Maybe it's not bad.
It's certainly restful.
But I've never liked restful
Never liked silence or stillness
Or endless days which march after one another in a single-file line
Uniform and predictable.
I've lost my way, on this vacation in the sun
and now I don't know if there's a real world to go back to.
