Drifting

drift like a leaf
carried by the flow of the river

drift like a feather
riding on the current of the wind

drift like a vagabond
on the alleys of the foreign land

drift like boat
without its rudder and engine

drift like a space craft
deep into the black hole of this universe

there is this feeling
of letting go and saying yes and not wanting to know.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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