Daily missive breaks into the weekend for Saturday the 5th of January.
To drift
In aimless distraction
A log rolling in a river
Staying afloat
Bouncing blindly
From rock to rock
A liferaft for the drowning
Finding purpose
In extremis
Is there satisfaction
In knowing
A restless wind
Has nothing to do
But blow
Leaves tossed on high
Are not weightless
They will still fall
The crisp crunch underfoot
Is not a rotten end
Even for a sycamore wing
But the breaking down
Of a new beginning
There are no early worms
No rehearsal
To seed dispersal
No low
Without a high
Little purpose
In goodbye
Unless a drift
Becomes a shift
In emphasis
Without the need
For a dramatic rescue
In extremis
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