The Drift

I'm open

the length and breadth of my human mindfulness

greater than or equal to

the width and depth of all the known Universe

I'm closed

the pitiful putridity of my animalistic ignorance

less than or equal to

the worn and torn stench of a leaky ostomy bag

I'm baby talking

the joyful and playful cooing of my giddy gibberish

greater than or equal to

the sweet and affectionate sound of her cute retorts

I'm loved

the disappointed and resentful echo of death's agony

less than or equal to

the warm and kindhearted gifts of a life fully lived

I'm floating

the calm and sleepy feeling of completely letting go

greater than or equal to

the dark and dreamy emptiness of infinite unconsciousness