Out of control

I feel like a flower

Plucked off and flung

Into the fast-moving flow

Of a shallow stream

And I would like

To slow down

To stop

Take stock

Take control

But I am swirled and whirled

Hither and thither

Rushed and pushed

This way and that

And I would like

To slip and glide

Into a deep quiet pool

Of tranquil water

To reflect