I float by

I have felt a strange calmness that is neither pain nor joy, but simplicity.

this is what the good life, I assume, is: the breathing, the in-taking, the conversations, the calamity, the worry-free attitude.

then: the minor moments of doubt, and consequence, and piss, and sourness. 

I float by when these times come.  the cycles of the past tell me they come more often than they should.

I have been writing, somewhat, to satisfy this need to get by.  

rather than swimming with the school, rather than running with the herd, rather than flying with the flock, I float by.

rather than merely getting by,
I float by.
it’s the enjoyable way
to make it all seem enjoyable.

where to, next?

I don’t know.  I float by this life.