Freedom

 

 

Before the clock,before time,

before we knew, planned and worried.

 

We were, simply were,

without tether, drifting free.

 

Our life an ocean, without measure,

adrift here and there.

 

A tidal pool might hold us for a while,

leaving if we choose, on the morning breeze.

 

Nowhere to be, just where we are,

happy and buoyant, nothing telling us, to be elsewhere.

 

Stoic

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