waiting for the house to sell

I dreamt-
I was in a small boat on a river,
The water swift and clear
But my little boat and I
Are still-
Steady in the rushing current.

I watch the waters flowing past
Without me and my small vessel.
We are left
As if moored
Or caught on a hidden shoal.

How quickly the days have sped.
Already a year nearly gone
And I remain
Here, unmoved,
Waiting for the tide to rush to lift my boat
And propel me forward into life.