Capture My Drift

by Janis Gaines

The soul takes its own journey
That’s for sure
Soaring here and searching there
More with purpose the older we get, they say
Or rather the wiser, I say
It’s perfectly possible to be older
And yet none the wiser
I take myself for example
Life’s storms have burst my bubble
And left a rift in my soul’s dwelling
Without warning, too much of me has leaked out
Like a balloon losing its life, its air
And I would perhaps have been gone for good
If I had not the mind
To repair myself
And write down what I remembered
To capture my drift

© November 13, 2004
Flowery Branch, GA