Empty Boat

and I sat there
on the sun-soaked bench,
with sunbeams wrapped
around my smarting skin,
eyes adrift
upon lazy waves
cradling a little boat
moored to the wind;
nothing's amiss,
nothing's lost,
nothing to hold,
nothing to let go,
nothing to feel,
nothing to do,
just to be
an empty boat
upon the waves,
no sail, no rope
no oar, no home.