like steam:
transient,
transparent.

I float in transit between imaginary stations.

It feels like I’ve been here forever:
just watching endless montages
of other people’s lives
stream past me:
on the wind,

like leaves on the stream.
Debris from a shipwreck.
It’s sink or swim -

Such is life, they say
so watch here
marooned and stranded;
watch the parts lie tenderly on the water,
watch to the end to see the result.