A River Leads

Spanish Moss hangs over my face a gentle caress green filaments brush my hair. The flat-bottomed boat glides on a slow current but it pushes me, it urges - but to where? Florida has a lot of water, this stream is green, a backwater making its own way as it slides between marshy land. Perhaps it will wind into a Floridian suburban stream somewhere, there will be blue swimming pools, perhaps the odd plastic flamingo? I hope there will still be these enrobed Cypress trees, some curtains of trailing moss that will part revealing new ways for this boat to go.