Folded carefully, the boat will float.
Resting on the water’s surface, the boat will become damp.
Soaking over time, the boat will sink.
Water rusts scissors. Water erodes rock. Water drowns paper.
Look around. The world has been carefully crafted and prudently packaged. We live in sand castles. We sculpt and shape our surroundings and then pat ourselves on the back, because our life span is a single grain compared to that of the earth, and we won’t live to see the tide come in.
Make a paper boat. Watch it bob up and down on the surface. Feel calm, maybe even pride. But be aware that the boat will be swallowed by a wave so soft that its foam will never grace the shore.
Thank you for sharing my poem, Sangeeta!
I’m glad it meant something to you.
I look forward to reading more of your posts!
Your writing is exquisitely expressive and very sensitive. I could do with some lessons! Thank you for writing and for visiting my ‘ramblings’ Monica. Lots of love to you. Take care. xxx
Thank you so much for your kind words. I find your writing very powerful and emotional. Thank you for sharing your experience with us. Take care!x