Drifting
I seek fairness
in judgement,
the vast depths
of space
where particles
randomly arranged
are free to collide.
My innocence fades
into orderly thought.
I learn as a star
expand with a purpose
in tumbling chaos.
In victory pride falls
through a hole in my pocket.
I do not need praise
but want words
of kindness.
In my hour of failure
new planets are born.
Their mother
longs to see further
and stands
at the edge
of the Earth.
I walk
in a purposeful circle
the rings around Saturn,
a small grain of sand
washed pure
in an ocean
of unfettered time.
