In a quest to discover,
turning over boats to
find which will float,
suitable for a journey.

Chasing streams of
consciousness, as
ideas float or sink
along a narrow brook.

Finding white water
of turbulence, with its
boulders of challenging
upending ideas.

Bouncing and bumping
toward an open sea
imagining control of
the uncontrollable.

Into an estuary, life
and thought slows,
imagining just maybe,
finally, life is settled.

But still there is an
open sea to come,
with an eternity
of flowing dreams.