Sometimes
when snowflakes
brush my face,
or when
sunlight tickles
my feet as I cross
the floor, I’m
reminded
to wallow and
ignore my
best-laid plans,
my endless
list of
goals.

After all,
somewhere
snowflakes
always fall,
melting into
languid waves,
sunlit currents
of divine light
I can ride as
graceful
and goalless
as the
endless
tide.