A Grotesque Fantasy on Attachment

Imagine a barnacle
permanently attached to the rock
getting to know the rock
in rain or shine
and the 24 hourly variations
and the monthly and annual rhytms
relying on the rock to be in the right place
to ensure access to sea nourishment
relying on the rock to
never move
never leave
never crumble
never disappear

Nothing can ever go wrong for a barnacle.
Or the falling leaf.
Or any other thing without
an ambition
an emotion
a mind
a thought

For the rest of us
they say the freedom is in letting go
if freedom is what you are after