Floating in twenty something land
With beer, music
A cat and a room mate
Like floating
In a tidal pool
That’s warm and changing

What a strange vacation
And how things are always changing
And it doesn’t bother
Because I haven’t realized
Fully yet
That I’m getting older
Letting the water hold me

And feeling rather free
To roll about carelessly in sand
Or bed sheets
Or bank statements

Because I don’t know
Fully yet
What “having time” really means
Letting the water hold me