paper boat

come aboard my paper boat
because today I am a captain,
and tomorrow we may be swimming again.

let's not talk of expectations,
let's not talk of dreams.

instead feel the breeze off the water
and the sunshine on your hair.

are we riding up the well
of broken history?
or the river of despair?
perhaps it is the ocean of loneliness.

it doesn't matter right now -
because right now
the swells are beneath our feet,
and at this very moment we are dry.