Floating in
floating out
what is it all about?
hovering above
alone
like a drone
let the wind carry me
until I realize
there is nothing to see
Maybe if I let the dust fall,
I’ll see meaning in it all?
For now, I think stay up high
and continue to float on by
The first poem I read using the word DRONE!
Lovely, Jane… gives us peace and perspective! ❤️