Wooden Boat.

A wooden boat too small to be
so far out from everything.
It is drifting toward the unknown –
up and down repeatedly.

Atop some black and purple sea
that is calm and still and deep.
In the background rests the horizon –
it is red and orange and pink.

He sits alone and starts to think
of the home he had to leave.
Looking back to what is behind him –
to the place he cannot flee.

A wooden boat within a dream
that was meant for you and me.
It moves on toward the horizon –
to a place I cannot see.

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