It’s true

I’ve already become heavy with what I want.

But sometimes I imagine turning into the water I mostly am,

as I roll through life like the gofer in Caddyshack.

Other times I imagine I’m Jonathan Livingston Seagull,

surprised that I have a wave where my brain should be,

and I’m just riding it the best I can,

laughing at how I always wipe out and disappear

like river-water into a shirt.