#414-Locke's Ripples

Sand-like.

Waiting,

For life’s imprints.

Can’t fight the current.

It’s too strong.

I’m fragile.

Moldable.

Impressionable.

Naïve.

What if I could choose?

These…

Chaotic, yet

Uniform,

Soothing,

Nature-formed.

And tomorrow,

Wiped clean,

By nature’s tide,

Simply.

Like every other day,

Like me,

Seeking,

Confused like yesterday,

And tomorrow.