Sailors

we live precariously
 in houseboats of dreams,
floating aimlessly down
our own rivers of choice,
never realizing there is
a port in which to dock
or a cove in which to hide
from the treacherous waters
yet to be encountered; so,
we float downstream
like dead fish on the surface
of expectations, perceiving
our drifting reality is...
all there ever is...  until,
the day we reach an
unexpected waterfall and
decide to abandon ship
and take our chances.

13Mar14