Some folk are born with knowledge of their goal.
I've met them, though I'm not like that myself;
I'm wandering through life, a placid soul,
content to leave adventures on the shelf.
I've loved and lived without a way to know
the field where I should strive to be the best:
to pan for gold, or be a CEO,
or cure disease, or conquer Everest;
        and likewise, you're a Poohstick in the stream:
       you drift through life, without an end in mind.
       We came together, neither with a dream,
       both happy with our futures undefined,
our hoping open-ended; yet it seems
our life together's fashioned from our dreams.

(Written about and for my friends Casey and Mary Mactavish.)