Sailing On A Paper Boat

Gently it moves beneath the hull, creases
on a white piece of paper sift through the stream,
creating ripples, breaking the surface tension
that distance brings upon bonds held together by
chocolate threads; sweet but cold, only way to keep
mind on matters fresh while the stink rises from
the stale; still cold, held together by avoidance—
rising on crests, coming down on an ebb,
guided by a waft, driven through the brook,
I wait with my heart clutched in my hands,
an offering of myriad hopes on a quest,
a journey to behold, a tune to strike, melody
and melancholy come in varied forms, in
mirth and in pain, in excitement as well as in
a refrain, yet with wistful verses I clutch my heart,
I clutch that moment when we wished farewell,
I clutch that moment when we wished remembrance,
I clutch that moment when we wished for woe,
I tug at the sail and I turn the rudder,
all to break this surface tension that slows my pace,
all to heal this chasm within, that puts a shroud on
my face as I race against the waft, I am bound to
a place coveted, a place perhaps a second home,
a passenger on a voyage; anchor ready and HMS named—
I am waving to all of you, I am sailing on a paper boat.