Free of Goals

Rare and momentary state,
Emerging out of nowhere
Thanks to some development,

Nothing much, almost nothing,
Or so it feels that moment.
Once, some years ago, you stood

In the middle of a road
On an autumn afternoon
With hardly a passing car

In an hour, for some reason
Thinking about the worst loss
You could suffer but survive,

Imagining how you’d feel,
And at some point, standing there,
You felt free of goals, so, free.