i am
beneath it all
and
i am
above it all

nowhere and empty
is warm and that
is fine

but

it could be cold
and that would
be fine
too

i am
adrift in life
awaiting the great wave
to overcome
to pull me under
and bury me

until then
i float along
greeting fellow flotsam
along the way

sometimes
we hold hands
and look at the stars