The boat I would get, if I wanted a boat, would be everything that I am not.
Carefree and easy and flexing completely, withstand wind and rain and hot,
Skating along atop cresting blue waves, easing through shifting tides…
The boat I would get, if I wanted a boat, would not take me for a ride,
but summon me near, caring not if I come, chuckling and holding the ropes.
The boat I would get, if I wanted a boat, would dash dreams in favor of hopes.
“You’ll never go far with that kind of boat”
But I’m already too far, too fast.
The boat I would get, if I wanted a boat, would be one that my soul cries would last.
Days turn to weeks turn to months turn to years,
Then one day my boat turns on me
And I’d be its ears.
And it be my eyes.
Together, we’d share a mouth.
We’d turn, heading down, past the capes with a frown
To the warmest of waters due south,
Under the bridges of eyes and sand ridges, I’d sweat hard, shoveling coal
And my boat would tell me, “You’re working too hard. Where are we trying to go?”
I’d poke my head up, consumed in the clouds, and not help but utter an, “oh.”