The Boat

I climb into the small wooden boat and row it, as best as I can. I don’t know where I am going. Reaching open water, I raise the small sail. I steer, but the wind has its own direction, and I learn to work with it, veer my course as each day demands, let the wind and water take me to new lands. The beach I find is rockier than I’d hoped. But the vegetation beyond the shore is so green. And, no tigers. Just beautiful birds with red and blue wings. Rosy orange fruit. Sometimes, I wish another human would find their way here. I know the wind won’t leave me in this new home alone. Someone else is bound for rocks under their feet and this tropical heat. And me.