new land

you row your small boat
towards the island.
the water is calm
as you drop the oar
in and pull,
one side then the other.
slowly you move towards
the middle of the lake.
it's a small parcel
of woods and sand,
a cove to land on.
you are always rowing
somewhere. someplace,
going ashore
and starting again.
this day is no different
you were born
into this, to row
and row towards
new land.