Along the shore I paced and stood
among the varying debris
and found a piece of driftwood
which I took back home with me.
I looked out to the silky sea
to clear my thoughts and eyes
and finally it struck me
as a boat in a disguise.
At once I sat to whittle
and slowly I began
to craft a tiny vessel
from the block within my hand.
I stained the carving crimson
and I made a tiny oar.
Its maiden voyage has begun
with a bathtub to explore.