Alone and afloat on the sea of tranquility, so peaceful, so warm and still

My boat is my friend, I call him boat, but he likes to go by the name of Bill

I don’t ask him why that name because when I do his mood turns sour

We’ve been drifting for a very long time, many days or perhaps an hour

Time drifts lazily like the sea with no beginning or end, it’s just here now

Making me ageless, sometimes old, other times young, changing somehow

Sometimes when Bill (The Boat) isn’t talking I speak with the boy in the sea

He makes funny faces and makes me laugh because he looks a lot like me

Someday I’ll have to drift back to my home that is if I can remember where

But I know I will miss the floating boy who’ll never talk just quietly stare

Will I be recognized when I finally come floating back to the ones, I left ashore

Or will they wonder who this stranger is that has come calling at their door

Will they wonder why this salty sailor left his trusty boat and the tranquil sea

After so many long, long days or perhaps an hour will they recognize it is me?