Not A Drifter By No Means Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Not a drifter by no means
Clean I'll come and go,
Follow whatever convenes
That onto my hours grow;
There isn't a place or purpose
That gets stuck up for long,
It comes just as it goes
Like a refrain in a song.

Drift like clouds into dawn
Be there with the light first,
White winged feathered swan
That brightly minutes thirst;
The coming of the hour
That has no others before,
To be there in all its dower
And open up others door.

Not a drifter but a dreamer
That gives away a thought,
A long way cloudlet steamer
Like deep hidden oceanaut;
With its waves and billows
That come and drift to shore,
What else who then knows
For there is so much more.