Yet another Wild Writing piece based on a jump-off line from the poem Starfish, actually part of a line. I personally like it, because it pushed me into the lyrical realm, which is a realm that I like to visit but I’m not convinced is my natural place. But there is this central imagery that I keep coming back and around that really anchors this piece and then it goes off to something else, somewhere else. Actually, the whole piece reads like a poem, see for yourselves:
Outside the starfish drift through the channel. The channel? Where am I?
Outside the starfish drift through the channel. Where are they going?
Outside the starfish drift through the channel? Where to? Where from? Where?
Outside the starfish drift through the channel! How do I know? How do you know?
Outside the starfish drift through the channel. Drift through the channel. Drift. Drifting. Drift away.
Outside the starfish drift through the channel and away, away to dreams, away to far, far away.
Outside the starfish drift through the channel. Through the channel, the channel of light, the channel of phosphorescence.
Outside the starfish drift through the channel, leisurely swimming, swimming out to sea.
Outside the starfish drift, drift through the channel. Buoyed by nothing. Nothing. Just drifting. Drift.
Drift. Outside the starfish drift. Outside the starfish drift out to sea.
Drift. Life is a drift. We all drift. We all drift in life.
Drift. Where are you drifting to next? Where am I drifting to? Will we see each other again? Will we see starfish outside again?
Drift. Starfish drift. So do we. Does that make us the same? The saem as starfish? Will I like being a starfish? Will you?
Drift. Outside the starfish drift through the channel, just drift, is there ever an end to its drifting? Is there ever an end to ours?
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