Solivagant,
a lonely
vapor
a single molecule of water
rising up into the sky

It wanders, to-and-fro
pushed around by
winds and whims and woes, and
prays to find another soul
and yet it continues rising.

Hopeless, the movement
repetitive, the verses
just remnants, pieces
of thoughts that are
broken and
fractured
they can't be seen by fuller eyes.

It shouts into the void
no lips, no tongue, no teeth with which
to make a sound, it
reaches out and
has no hands with which
to grasp.

And yet, still it rises
and time and time again
it comes to find
its purpose is revealed in
the end.