I will pull the empty boat in.
\nThe one that drifted on the river.
\nThat had no place to go
\nand no occupant.
\nA shoe without a foot,
\nand I\u2019d pull it in,
\nand if there were no clothes in it,
\nno words,
\nno luggage or string to bind things with,
\nthat would be that.<\/p>\n
Like sunlight dissolving in the night,
\nlike the lace of a snowflake
\nfalling into the earth.
\nForever forgotten because
\nthere are so many.
\nSo many endless voices, prayers, occasions,
\nexcept, with an ounce of imagination,
\na whiff of pity,
\nthe empathy of a shared vision.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d look into the boat
\nand touch the seat with my fingers.
\nI\u2019d wipe the tears from my eyes
\nand uncover the dust.
\nI\u2019d look for the scratch made by a knife,
\na pen,
\nand try to find a name,
\nand you know what I\u2019d find.
\nIt\u2019s what you would find,
\nand the hundred strangers
\nyou passed today and enquired,
\nwho are you,
\npassing in their boats.
\nWhy do we hide from them?<\/p>\n
Why do I let them pass
\nand pull in an empty one to me,
\nand cry over a shadow,
\nthe regret of a drowning, a death?
\nBecause there are so many
\nand I can only deal with one.
\nCan watch in the night
\nfor the one who died,
\nwho comes back
\nto see the man who cared.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I will pull the empty boat in. The one that drifted on the river. That had no place to go and no occupant. A shoe…<\/p>\n