Brian’sPoems

Floating

...in the great ocean of being.

The song begins,
Ladies and gentlemen
we are floating in space.

This is true.
I’m floating untethered
and feeling disorganized.

All of this space
leads me into chaos.
I’m losing grasp
on my responsibilities,
which from this great distance
look only like silly reasons
invented to justify my being.

I long for rootedness
and the easy metaphors
inherent in earth, sun, moon,
spring, summer, fall, and winter.

Here I am floating in space,
peering out into the dark.
I long to know the infinite
while resting snugly in the intimate.