Flow Without Destination

No spine,

no plan, no meeting at nine.

No inbox in the ocean,

no deadline in the brine.

You go where the water goes.

That's the entire strategy.

Ninety-five percent water. The rest of you is free.

Jelly, jelly, drifting — teach me how to be.

Nowhere to get to,

and getting there beautifully.

I swam

with purpose all my life,

arms fighting every wave.

You've never made a single choice and look how you behave

— glowing.

Jelly, jelly, drifting — teach me how to be.

(The current knows the way.) (The current knows the way.)