Buoy

Snapshots and Half Lifes

Oh the Buoy Bob’s wildly. Silently. Staying afloat because that’s what it was put there to do. Kept up by weak magnetic forces, polarized particles and old and mouldy air. Tethered below yet left with the feeling of floating along aimlessly. Seeing majestic whales and giant boats sail swiftly into the distance and then fade with a twinkle of the Sun.

It is what it is.