I am called to be everywhere
yet belong to nothing - and no one.
I live my life as a piece of driftwood...
beginning sturdy and strong -
but I leave pieces of me
every place that I have been.
Time has eroded me...
Experience left me porous...
Reduced to nothing but the ghost of
xylem and phloem.
I was once a living creature,
but the soul can only be torn
into so many pieces
before it becomes petrified
and used to adorn
a beach zealot's fireplace.