Adrift

NapoWriMo Day 6

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance
on the ripples of hours
and not to reach any destination.   -Tagore

These days I use fewer
paper maps.  Watch at the window instead for
boats at sea, make mountains
of molehills, too much emptiness to
mine in this idle mind, and here we
are, floating. Adrift. Remember what it
meant so long ago
to gaze the horizon
dance on the shore
on fire and free,
the way we moved in
ripples and waves full
of ourselves, forgetting the
hours, content, half- knowing the way,
and caring little about particulars ?
Not like today
to be honest, as we
reach for something,
any thing to guide us. Our
destination in search of definition.