I’ve always been a drifter
for as long as I can remember.
I’ve never had the drive to chase dreams,
and rarely even had any dreams to begin with.
I never chased love,
or a mortgage,
or children.
Somehow, I just drifted into them
a piece of flotsam,
ever drifting
and never comparing
(except, maybe, for the first time I got a pair of Levis).
I drifted into sports of all kinds,
and I was bloody good at them
at least for a time.
But desire deserted me,
and onward I drifted again.
I’m not sure when, or if, I’ll stop drifting.
You get my drift, don’t you?
I have a collection of driftwood here with me. Because I couldn’t get over the beauty of something untethered just floating along, becoming weather & all the more beautiful for its age & travels. This one made me smile
Thanks Willow…..we are all just drifting and how pleasant that would be if we allowed ourselves the time to realise it.
💕