Here Live Your Life Out

by Oonah V. Joslin

Window-gazing, at one time or another
In the course of travel, you must have startled at
Some coign of true felicity. “Stay!” it beckoned
“Here live your life out!”...
— Robert Graves

A creature of drift I am
content to be where I land
a shell deposited
on some bank of sand
swept up in tidal flow
where eddies dance I go

A swirling moon-wraith I
wandering between earth and sky
accepting my position
never forcing indecision
believing this is who we are
orbiting a yellow star

A Being privileged to Be
a product of humanity