Monday Poem

My Boat and I

My boat’s sail is the puffed dust of crescent moon
rigged on its mast at almost-opposite of noon

My boat & I once were moving slow,
but now we’re moving fast. My boat & I

are cruising into future from that which doesn’t last,
tacking through present redolent of night and day

which will last as long as it will last.
As long as it will last we’ll stay.

We’ll stay as long as we can stay,
my boat and I

Jim Culleny, © 3/3/21
Photo, Daily Mail