I’ve already become heavy with what I want.
But sometimes I imagine turning into the water I mostly am,
as I roll through life like the gofer in Caddyshack.
Other times I imagine I’m Jonathan Livingston Seagull,
surprised that I have a wave where my brain should be,
and I’m just riding it the best I can,
laughing at how I always wipe out and disappear
like river-water into a shirt.