Adrift
A poem of freedom
Free from inhibition,
unshackled from all care,
no tethers left to hold me,
I’m walking on thin air.
Adrift on calm, clear waters,
I float away from shore,
in suspended animation,
with no cares anymore.
Connected to the elements
and blown by the breeze,
staying in the moment
and letting all time freeze.
Captured in a photograph,
a memory etched in stone,
a feature of your photograph,
in a stilled translucent tone.
Free of all disguises
and tasks that tie me down,
shedding off ties that bind,
donned in a magic gown.
Transformed into one,
I’ve seen dance in a dream,
adrift upon the river,
floating down the stream.
There is no destination,
freedom is where I’m going,
wherever the wind should push me,
is where my spirit’s blowing.
Over hills and valleys,
gliding to the shore,
adrift and free forever,
satisfied right to the core.
©
David Rudder
20th July 2020
Thank you for reading.
