I felt as if I were riding the trough of a huge wave
Moving lightning quick across some anonymous ocean.
There’s a wall of water in front and to the back of me,
But the trough runs quietly, pulling me along.
I sense that the wave will not engulf me; and I am safe.
And when some far shallows ascends, then the waves would break.
I would be deposited ashore, on my feet, of course.
I would stand, brush myself off, and go on.
You see, this was the exact way I’ve lived my life to date:
Being in the caprice of some disinterested force.
Slapdash running, letting time’s arrow, and scant else, guide me.
Now older, I cautiously watch that sea.