Drifting Lonesome Boat

Stretched in increments across the sea.

A long bow travels up and down the wave.

It's tossed and tumbled and is in exile.

It's weathered and drowning with a pillar keeping it a breath.

No one knows where it's going. No one knows where its been.

Retreat.

It's lost its purpose and its lost its cargo.

So it stays floating.

It stays floating through storm and calm.

Just existing in familiar water..

Even if traveled a long distance, water looks the same.

Destination has stopped being a concern because destination can't give meaning.

This boat shouldn't have been made.

Its just here to float.



Maybe though! Maybe one day...

The stern and bow and tattered wood will find land.

And on this land there might be some goods to haul..

Or some people to transport. Or...

Some battles to win! Some cannons to carry!

Victories could be made! Yes! There could be hope!

One day it could be S.S. something or somebody.

And it will go down in history as a brave one.

People will write about its solidarity and its pride.

Historians will talk about it for centuries,

about its nobleness and purity.



Other ships will show it respect as they pass it on the starboard.

Other ships will aspire for the greatness S.S. Something or Somebody has so rightly deserved.

It will feel accepted by the others and its status will be high.

People and ships alike

Will Praise



For it has been one boat that made a difference in the world when it came out of those docks of creation!

No other boat from those docks will have made such an impact as It!

But for now it just floats and wonders and dreams and floats.