A breeze upon the lake is blowing due
North with gentle puffs and moving her
It fills the sails as you would a balloon
Thoughts lulled by fluid motion become blurred

Her hull displaces water as you'd push
Some glass revolving door that ***** you in
Not a comparison I like that much
But say you understand my poet friends

And tacking back and forth in a ballet
Might be more work than thought can take to do
Especially when alone on glassy stage
But mind can act like water--hard to move

The point, you landlubbers is simply this
To stay inside the slip would be remiss

Written by Sara Fielder © Sept 2014