Adrift In The Wind Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

There is too much ancestry coursing my soul
to do me any real good

To live in a cave on a deserted island
my destiny best understood

Success once achieved is cast far aside
its burden to hamper my play

Genealogy stalks and preys as it looms
to darken those brightest of days

Each block lay unstacked as I run off again
my freedom left calling within

My soul unattached to the gifts I step over
—all fame left adrift in the wind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2018)