What floats out in the water?

My troubled mind imagines
 dire possibilities --

Instead of floating like 
 whatever it is that's out there.

Because whatever it is,
 it is beyond angst.

It knows only the float --
 the quiet act of floating. 

And in its floating,
 it cannot be lighter,
 cannot be more at ease.

It is the thing that floats.

I only wish I could be
 that which floats.