I’ll traverse this old river, flowing past grassy banks. Adrift in my wooden vessel; listening to creaking planks.
Downstream I paddle, floating by majestic oaks. Weaving between shallow water, and areas for deep-hulled boats.
The shoreline is distant. Now only water surrounds. Can my voyage continue indefinitely, or will I run aground?
The current pulls and tugs. Luring me to unknown destinations. I don’t worry about the journey. I have no expectations.