Drifting

The river drifts and so do I
Though I am less confined,
For neither banks nor borders
Stop the journeys of my mind.

No time constraints to burden me,
No anchors to be cast;
I float away and might just opt
To dock within the past.

And when I tire of where I’ve been,
I might, if I so choose,
Adventure to the future
On a how-might-this-be cruise.

I watch the water’s waves wend by
To join the ocean yon
And delve into whatever place
My mind next settles on.