Before the clock before time,
before we knew and planned and worried,
we simply were.
Without tether drifting free,
our life an ocean without measure,
riding currents here and there on a whim.
A jeweled tidal pool holds us for a while,
leaving if we chose on the morning tide,
joyful anticipation without direction.
Nowhere to be but where we are,
happy buoyant and free,
no alarm telling us we must be somewhere else.