I’m facing downstream;

Upstream is for the Oedipal,

Those who are seeking answers to the mysteries of life:

Who am I? Why am I here? What’s it all about?

The answers are not at the source,

They are in the flow

And you must catch them as you drift;

And I have drifted far enough

To want to pause, to feel the current

Push against the tide, suspend my animation long enough

For me to think about

The answers I have learned,

Before the river pours me

One last time

Into the forgetful sea.