Drift

 

My bed is a raft

Afloat on a wide river

Meandering between willow trees and cotton puff skies

Drifting along, without intent

 

You are by my side

The sun warms our skin

Our minds at ease

 

We float past an abondoned shack

A dwelling of disappointment

“Don’t be sad,” you tell me

I force a smile

As a hermit emerges

He throws rocks at our raft

And curses our existence

 

But we are too far

And he is too weak

So you play him a song

And I sing along

 

The hermit sits on the bank and cries

For the love that died

Back when he could still throw rocks

And our song slowly drifts away