I was in a small boat on a river,
The water swift and clear
But my little boat and I
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
Waiting for the tide to rush to lift my boat
And propel me forward into life.