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I'm a Floater - May 31, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 30, 2024
  • 1 min read

of course we had to listen

as children  we needed food  love

domestication and to learn

about this place we lived in

 

cut  chiseled and shaped

we grew until finally

on our own  knew we

had to face the riddle alone

 

what to do  where to go

in this world  one small jig-

sawed piece of a giant puzzle

looking for a space to fit

 

I never found mine

no passionate snap into a gap

where a life or career

became instantly clear

 

so I ended up a floater 

an unfitted fragment 

 

there’re lots of us strewn

around the edge of the table

that get up and move

around occasionally 

 

half-heartedly wondering

at our age

 

how we would handle

the shock of a perfect fit

 
 
 

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