Adrift

How long
must I wait
for brief moments
of unaltered
euphoria?
Longer
now
as time goes on.
Landmarks
of prior moments
litter
my memories:
Birth of my child;
saturated with sound
at a concert….
Too few now.
In my youth
I lived
bathed in
euphoria,
like an endless
desert sun…
baking my soul
with mind rattling
consciousness.
I owned the world…
or a piece of it.
The desert is still here…
but that sun
is harsh
and that euphoria,
the constant periods
of joy,
are few
and unoften.
I am either numb
or
drifting off.