The current had carried him
Way too far
With both eyes open
No clue where they are
Then a sharp gasp of air
And he’s fully aware
He’s been drifting for years
On a river fair
But the current picks up
As he starts to fight
So he makes for the shore
With all his might
Lacking compass or map
In this forest vast
He sits down and wonders
How long he’ll last
A Life in Poems 