Cylinder: Floating Homeward

Clinging,
The recurring theme,
Examining and reflecting
Upon the finer points,

Like clinging as
Anticipation or expectation,
Then suddenly noticed
Sore throat,

‘Getting a cold,’
Is what occurred to me,
But then recognized that
What I have is a sore throat,

Ah! Expectation
Pulled me away from
What’s happening now,
Getting ahead of things,

And yet tis not
The expectation either,
But the clinging to it
That knocked me off course.

Carefully, I reset my course,
Orienting the rudder
Of my boat
In the direction pointing to here,

But then letting go of
The pointing as well
And the direction too,
And letting the boat go.

Seeing how difficult this is
I get stuck on difficulty,
Letting go of difficulty,
I then get stuck on letting go,
And on and on, towards the horizon.