untitled piece o' poetry #6

I know nothing
but the water
and the motion
toward the ocean

I know nothing
but the trees
and the turtles
and the heron
and the bees

I know nothing
but the sky
and the clouds
and the rain
and I know I'm coming back again.

I know nothing
but chattooga
and ocoee
and who knows
where I'll be next week,
but I'll be
where the wind blows me
and I'll be happy
and I'll be free