The Boat

This little boat, 
Fighting constantly to stay afloat,
Never going in any specific direction,
Around in a circle, never catching the tide, lost in the ocean,
Just managing to stay afloat,
So insignificant is this little boat, 
Nothing to see, nobody onboard,
One day it will catch the tide,
It'll get washed up on shore,
Rotting away in the sand,
Sunk into the land,
Was this always going to be the destination?
All these years floating with no explanation,
The circle was broken,
Now it doesn´t stay afloat,
The boat that doesn´t float,
Is not a boat..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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May 10, 2020 at 5:47 AM
Rebecca, this has a wonderful rhythm, & enjoyable to read. The sad note is ... we may not be "boats" after all. The analogy is excellent, all boats rot on land & often at sea itself. Maybe it caught the "tide" after all ... and the JOURNEY continues (even if we do not know). shalom, shalOM. anil deo
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