Unmoored, my boat drifts untied, the sound of water lapping. I will sit back and let it go. I have my life jacket on. It is orange and smells of the sun. It is strapped around my waist and I can lean against its pillow.  Down stream with the current, safe for awhile before I must  steer, the oars resting.



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2 Responses to Drifting

  1. Gabriele says:

    I love this. To me it reads like a prose poem. There is something very relaxing about this atmosphere you evoke. Letting go, floating with the current, no need to steer for a while … lovely.

  2. jensiper says:

    thank you GG! Love you

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