Helpless

Helpless,

Like the snow coming down

From the clouds —

Directionless,

And bereft of intent.

From one state

To another —

Sky to ground,

And indifferent

As to where I might land, 

Or who might find me.

With all the other helpless 

Snowflakes, I fall — 

And let the wind 

Blow me where it pleases,

Without certainty —

Except only knowing,

That eventually

I’ll hit the ground.