I am alive
So they say
Yet it is up for debate 

It is true 
That I feel like 
A hollow log

Floating unmoored 
Down a river 
Spinning 

Turning 
Bumping against waves
And other debris 

Flotsam and jetsam
In the gin weeds
and pucker brush

Perhaps one day
I will drift ashore 
On the other side 


copyright by Diane E. Dockum
March 15, 2023