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I Set Myself Adrift
I set myself adrift many years ago. No oars, no sails, no propellers, no jet propulsion; I drifted with the currents. No rudders to guide me; I drifted at the mercy of the movements of my body and the elements around me. At first I stood in the boat to rock it in a direction I saw fit, but after many near drownings on my part, I now sit and calmly shift my weight in the boat to alter my course ever so slightly, yet still allowing the currents the final say. Now, I realize that all around, waterfalls surround me, and in order to follow the current where I am lead, I must remain calm lest I send the boat off course and over the cataract. Yet somehow, in the midst of all this danger, in the midst of all this drifting and shifting of my positions, somehow, knowing I will never reach the shore, I feel I have arrived.
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