Lone Life Like Dead Wood

Late summer storm fells the defoliated tree Over the hill slope it rolls on to the stream No branch survives the rough downslide free Entering the stream like a dead log it swims. Lying on the lap of stream flowing down the valley It starts its long journey on the cascading waterway Far from lost home it rolls, the bends it doesn't see Ensemble of boulder and mud holds it at bank bay. Later when flash flood erodes the embankment In strong surge the log starts the journey again Keeps pace with wild rush of the water current Even if the final destination it can't ever ascertain. Drag of the rough times uproots my forlorn life Enshrouded by despair I turn into a dead wood Afloat on the turbulent flow of the ordained strife Drift unattached to unknown destination I should. With a free mind I float on the time's eternal flow On the move I don’t remember where I used to be Only the soul knows my home where I shall go Drifting like wood my memory has no memory. August 9, 2018