on the water

in the morning fog,
the boat, swaying softly
on the calm river
is welcoming. it offers
you a way
out and down the sleeve
of blue water
that leads to the bay.
a road without a destination,
let's just go around
the island
the captain says.
you can fish if you want.
we can spend all day
on the river doing nothing,
going nowhere,
letting the wind and
currents define our way.
not unlike being on land
you want to say, but don't,
why spoil the fog of life
that he's in.