Drifting

the journey begins

slowly, slowly
ebb and flow, ebb and flow

wave on wave, back and forth
the moon clicking on, waxing and waning
by month, by month, by month

the mind is drifting
the spirit is dancing
the body is shattered

but now the stars are sparkling
flinging around with joy

this is freedom

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Image credit: Jona 162@ pixabay
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a figure of a young woman / girl sitting by the waterside. Part of her body is solid while the rest seems to be evaporating in vapour from.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #220 photo prompt

83 thoughts on “Drifting

  1. Chris, your poem beautifully encapsulates the rhythmic journey of life, with vivid imagery and a profound sense of liberation. The ebb and flow, moon’s cycle, and the ultimate emergence into freedom are succinctly expressed. Well done!

    ~David

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  2. Freedom to see the stars… Now if the snow here would stop…
    Maybe we’d get to see them. But for now I’ll be content to see the Cardinals, Woodpeckers and wrens at the feeders 🙂

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