Reposting this for Friday Writings #216: Just Dance
This isn't a post about a formal dance, but rather an observation of the movement, timing, and grace required for the greatest performance of all—life.
I noticed this boat during a quiet moment on my way home from work. Seeing it in that state, I felt a wave of emotion—a sudden, grounding reminder of the constant dance of life.
The Old Boat
Towering waves, I twirled with grace,
Fierce storms, momentary embrace,
Sang to the gulls, melodies carefree,
Flirted with the fishes silver and glee.
To wind’s might, my sails aligned,
Salt and Sun in journey intertwined,
Forces then I braved, as a child’s play,
Those memories now softly sway.
Old and abandoned is today’s reality,
Time is relentless in its truth or cruelty,
To kings and paupers, its march unkind,
In its silent hands, all destinies entwined.
