Tiny Boat
Today is a perfect day to build a tiny boat.
Out of paper or an old milk carton.
I’d say do not choose paper
since it might not float for long.
We run outside and find the perfect curb
and crouch down on our knees,
at the fastest rapid releasing our ships
in the river of melting snow.
This is the perfect spot for our boats to sail,
each searching for its magical path.
Racing their way through the rushing stream,
to see which one will win.
Not a word is spoken between you and I
as we each hold our breaths,
to witness our tiny boats
get swallowed by the drain.
My boat wins, of course it does.
I practised and built all winter long.
As a champion I look up to the sky
and let the sun edge a smile on my face.
We high-five. Spring has finally sprung.
Copyright © Martijn Van Luijn | Year Posted 2026
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