Cruising

 

Sailing along

water endless as time

space vaster than any ocean 

fields of green as life continues

unstoppable…

music fills the air…

the sound of laughter…

endless chatter why not…

fiesta is life itself.

No destination, meaning,

I’m already here 

that magic feeling

nowhere to go

just cruising

on this dot in space

drifting in place

as the world swirls around me.

People pass by in a hurry

going to their somewheres...

I don’t care because I’ve never

been there…all I know is

wherever I go

here I am…

a Buckaroo 

cruising through time 

swimming in space.