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.