Reflection
Feb 23, 2023
This will not answer the question
at the end of my dock
there is a small boat
bobbing
up and down
left, then right
it floats and bobs
all day and all night
when the tide is low
it rolls in the shallow ripples.
But I never pull the boat.
It is never out to dry.
The boat is ringed in green-gold late summer marsh grass,
all year long.
Year after year.
The boat is waiting
for a passenger,
for a rower.
bobbing, rolling, slapping
at the end of my dock.