On the Dock, Cross-legged

There was a boy
And that boy was the boat
That carried a girl
to a brave new world.  

The girl got off
At a tiny dock
And left the boat tied
To a peg with twine  

But the wind was strong
And that wind was sadness;
Though the twine was hard,
The wind was stubborn.  

It steered the boat
To the loneliest depths
With tall, loud waves
That could not understand it.  

When the girl came back,
The dock was empty.
She waited - still does -
For a dot on the horizon.  

The waves were thrilling
And the boat was drawn to them.
Even in that sadness,
Escape was a ghost  

And that ghost left the boat,
Flew off to somewhere,
When the girl on the dock
Found its company.