The small dinghy drifts
on the surface of the sea
its grayed gunnels, hull
and vacant crossbars
betray its age
but its persistent float
speaks its worth.
Without a bold goal
its life at the mercy of currents and winds
it drifts
but still it floats.
It would be easy to feel pity
for this tiny rudderless vessel
to condemn it to the depths
for its aimless oblivious
drift.
But this modest creation
a dinky dinghy
still floats
rises, falls, bobs,
and wobbles
a survivor of sojourns
she remains
a mocking
clocking
launch
of hope.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
The small dinghy drifts
on the surface of the sea
its grayed gunnels, hull
and vacant crossbars
betray its age
but its persistent float
speaks its worth.
Without a bold goal
its life at the mercy of currents and winds
it drifts
but still it floats.
It would be easy to feel pity
for this tiny rudderless vessel
to condemn it to the depths
for its aimless oblivious
drift.
But this modest creation
a dinky dinghy
still floats
rises, falls, bobs,
and wobbles
a survivor of sojourns
she remains
a mocking
clocking
launch
of hope.
