Cosmic Drift

Wandering—driftingcarelesslyflickering quietlya fragment of my soulin peaceable night,eternal playground of gods and planets, stars and dust and dreams…Hearkening—to a thread of a tonea music simpleand profoundand not entirelyunknown… Wondering—Shall I follow?Cast my curiosityupon the solar windstack this way and thatuntil I come to find the instrument,the player of this theme? Or–wander on embracing quietude and …