sailboat [a poem]


the sailboat he sat on top of the sea, floating the waters quite aimlessly.

he couldn't decide which direction to go, his indecision it hindered his ability to flow.

he weighed all his options again and again, his mind overthinking the "where," "why," and "when."

feeling alone, and also stressed out, the sailboat's mind, it was clouded with doubt.

below him the sea could tell something was wrong, the sailboat had been stagnant all the day long.

the sea she was calm, her waves soft and gentle, she whispered to the sailboat to be more transcendental.

so the sailboat, he listened and turned off his head, and looked at the situation with his heart instead.

he found this quite helpful, he felt more assured, heart over head, his indecision was cured.

Jennifer Universe