I will drift

I will drift.

For who can say when the eyes in the sky will twinkle my way,

Sprinkle themselves upon the very ground I walk upon

To bring some sort of grain in the wrinkles of my time.

It shall be swift.

If only the warm breeze graces us with her presence

And consents to lift us into the night sky.

But she will not come no matter how many cries I call.

I would like to think, perhaps, that if she’d feel my fall,

She might bend back, and sweep me in her shawl

So for now I’ll drift.