adrift

adrift

waves lapping breezes catching as low ripples glisten
how long has this continued in times of no meaning
a collection of lives meshing waiting for a transition
life to death has been issued a ghost sharply keening
separate the water from blood the flesh slow to decay
movement becomes motionless past and future mixed
as the memories wane and flood wash runnels in clay
settled into the brokenness befuddled and transfixed
burnt by a merciless sun cooled by the merciful night
hunger and thirst are past all desire now worn numb
and the circling sharks come near in and out of sight
is it wishful to seek the last waiting for a death hum
adrift amidst random thoughts flickering on and off
a single die has been tossed from below or from aloft