The
currents
flow
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
I
move
.
w
i
t
h
.
the
undertow . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
move
.
w
i
t
h
.
the
undertow . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
wonder
where
.
m
y
.
life
might
go . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
although
.
I
.
know
.
I
.
a
m
.
lost
.
a
n
d
.
alone,
.
.
m
y
.
.
future
travels . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
My
future
travels . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
a
place
–
–
without
a
name . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
n
–
–
–
a
train
–
–
without
rails . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
n
–
–
–
a
ship
–
–
without
sails . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
n
–
–
–
a
plane . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ on
.
a
.
plane
.
i
t
.
strays,
.
a
n
d
.
races,
.
a
n
d
.
strays . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
without
.
a
.
way
.
t
o
.
navigate . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
although
.
I
.
know,
.
.
I
.
a
m
.
lost
.
a
n
d
.
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
my
future,
.
i
t
.
travels . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
My
future
travels . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
My
future
travels . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
train,
–
–
after
train,
–
–
after
train . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
wave,
–
–
after
wave,
–
–
after
wave . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
plane,
–
–
after
plane,
–
–
after
plane . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
day,
–
–
after
day,
–
–
after
day,
–
–
after
day . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
whether
wind,
.
o
r
.
flame,
.
o
r
.
shine,
.
o
r
.
rain,
.
o
r
.
snow,
.
o
r
.
hail,
.
o
r
.
earthquake,
.
o
r
.
hurricane . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ my
future,
.
i
t
.
travels,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
will
.
n
o
t
.
wait . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
My
future
travels . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
My
future
travels . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
My
future
travels . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
a
place
–
–
without
a
name.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem I wrote back in Jan of 2020 where the affected party exerts little control over his or her life and just goes with the flow to nowhere. Because even if you essentially do nothing – the future will arrive. I played the wonderful song “Harbour” by Moby in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.