Driftwood.
Carelessley scattered amongst the rocks and grass.
Dropped by the ebbing tide along the water’s edge.
Each day new pieces arrive and old ones are taken away…
back out to sea to find a new resting place,
on a distant shore.
Driftwood, bobbing along.
Shiny and wet…catching the sun’s rays.
Seagulls perched upon logs to catch a ride along the water.
Lazily drifting….rolling on the waves.
Floating, careless and free.
Stopping wherever, whenever…
if only for a brief rest and then off
to the next destination.
like driftwood…
sounds like fun to me!
