This question endlessly repeats in my mind, begging me to answer. “What’s next?” “Who’s next?” “Where’s next?” Anything but now.
Before I even arrive I’m planning for the departure.
Missing the now, I’m busy in the future. Missing the here, I’m busy in the there.
Keeping today at bay.
I’m a drifter- moving in and out of the flow. Changing as the moon waxes and wanes. Dancing on the tide as it comes in and recedes again. Never staying here- always going there.
Everywhere is home.
Catch me while you can.
I’m gone with the sun.