My Boat & I

My boat’s sail’s the puffed dust of a crescent moon
hung on its mast at the almost-opposite of noon.

My boat and I once were moving slow,
but now we’re moving fast. My boat and I

are cruising into future from that which doesn’t last,
through present redolent of night and day

which will last as long as it will last.
As long as it will last we’ll stay.

We’ll stay as long as we can stay,
my boat and I

Jim Culleny
3/3/21