The Drift of Things

“Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?”

– from Reluctance, by Robert Frost

The Drift of Things

by Carmen H Gray

When a dream has been realized

Or a story has concluded

When the mission has been crystallized

The end cannot be precluded

It can be fought

It can be conscripted

It can be wrought

It can be restricted

Or, like light that finds

Its way into those dark corners

It can be allowed to shine

The drift of things, moving forward