Drifting (as a poem)
I think
I feel like
I wish to swim
out into the sea
past the boundary of the reef.
I want to swim till I exhaust myself,
till my legs can no longer sustain myself,
and I am forced to let go and float.
Carried and washed by the waves
pure exhaustion, body limp.
Will it drift me back to shore
or out to endless infinity?
The unforgiving restless ocean
rocking its constituents
unpredictable
overpowering.
The only hope for rescue
martyred saviors,
happenstance,
or the fortunate flowing back
to an indeterminate
equanimous
indifferent, callous shore.
I wish to swim out into the sea
until I can swim no longer,
and see where the ocean wishes to take me,
relinquishing control,
letting something else decide my fate,
the fate of my soul.