Day in the Doldrums

With nothing to do,

I stretch out and lie flat

Feeling the wood

Dig into my back.

I exhale all the tension, 

Look to the sky

And observe there aloft

Mirrored life passing by.

The wind in the sails

Has grown old and died,

The currents are still

There's no hope in the tide.

Here I'm suspended,

Hostage of the Fates

Ignorant of 

What new thing awaits

In the upcoming minutes, 

Or hours, or days.

While my vessel sits quiet

With nary a wave

Or even a ripple

Upon crystalline sea,

I drink in the silence

And learn to just be.