November 29, 2021 life

floating down,
always down,
like a feather on a stream,
always flowing down.

Sometimes slowly, softly,
sometimes hard and swift,
always flowing down.

A part of the stream,
a part of a wave,
always flowing down.

There may be a bottom,
an end somewhere,
but this flow,
right here, right now,
is all there is;
this is life.