To wherever.

I have had so many human contacts. That have gone adrift. More or less disappeared. People that I never hear from. Or maybe it’s that I have set them adrift. And I don’t bother to contact them any more. Maybe that’s the nature of life. To drift. Aimlessly. Like the clouds in the sky. It’s a concept of life that I can buy into. Accept. Maybe I was born into the world as a drifter. It’s a rather pleasant thought. Drifting through creation. Maybe like a bird. Catching a breeze. Or a feather. That’s what I am. So very light. I often dream of drifting. And soaring. Being swept up. Maybe in a jet stream. And I’m happiest when I just let myself go. To wherever. –Jim Broede