there is a time when you want to be left alone
like an empty boat
left in the quiet still waters of the lake
above you the white clouds drifting on the blue skies
below you the transparency of the clear depths
fish swim beneath you minding only their own separate lives
weeds along the side of the lake growing without eyes and ears
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-empty-boat-in-the-lake/
