Are we so pulled by destiny?
As a child by a kite,
the movement of grass following.

Is there someone waiting
who knows our face from photographs,
candid, taken from our smiles and given to
someone waiting.
Familiar to them;
to us it's all the same.

Is it that makes the walk worth while?
Are we so drawn to our destinations?

or perhaps is there an eddy
like water made smoke
pulling us by the throat
without the choke
our breath a note
hummed from away
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Give me today
and I will stay.