the howling winds scream as they pass through the motionless air
stirring up monstrous waves within the calm sea water
on this night as bright as day
the moon guiding the soul of the captain of this canoe
all the while, being jostled by the raging flows of momentum
but never once moving from the same place
as many miles from home
as moments have passed through his periphery
the push of the paddle pulls power from the void
each stroke propelling the boat as far forward
as the displaced water is pushed back
by the legs of this crafted wooden creature
the dull captain has never gotten where he is going to
he has simply been there his whole life