Reeds

 You emerge into  the weakly throbbing and pungent effluvia called life, with only a single reed to guide you through the morass.  A single source of nourishment and support, which gradually expands into a swamp of reeds  to which you cling in an ever widening arc.  Time passes, and what looks like an indistinguishable  growth is in actuality a complex network stemming from the center of your being, each watery pathway a tribute to your journey.  You become a part of the ebb and flow of what appears to be an everlasting vibration of existence, anchored randomly in the place of your origin.  But permanency is only a fleeting concept, and in time the reeds around you fade, weaken and one by one disappear. You don't know  where your staunch barricade of support has gone to, only that those reeds no longer surround you.  You are alone, as in the beginning, and  searching yet again to be the center of  something.