Driftwood

The driftwood rolled up some memory
It thought it needed some for the winter sleep
The hope of living the summer and it could live to be anything it wanted to be
The rains did not matter now
Neither did misfortunes
Pulling itself together it rolled to learn.

It was earth and it knew it had to help itself through the Arctic freeze
Strangers rolled by it and among some who could love it
It was paradise that they seeked as they rolled
The driftwood wanted none of that
All that it wanted was to roll till the sun could smile
Perhaps be a grave with no sign.

Something in it's eye made others to stop a bit
Steal a kiss and roll on
All wanting to achieve their goals
Drifting along for reasons known unknown
And the driftwood rolled up some memory
It thought it needed some for the winter sleep.