A profound poem!

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It is not so much that the boat passed
and you failed to notice it.
It is more like the boat stopping
directly outside your bedroom window,
the captain blowing the signal-horn,
the band playing a rousing march.

The boat shouted, waving bright flags,
its silver hull blinding in the sunlight.

But you had this idea you were going by train.

You kept checking the time-table,
digging for tracks.

And the boat got tired of you,
so tired it pulled up the anchor
and raised the ramp.

The boat bobbed into the distance,
shrinking like a toy—
at which point you probably realized
you had always loved the sea.

Naomi Shihab Nye, Different Ways to Pray- Breitenbush Publications, 1980

I love how this poem points to us being blinded by our attachment to things being a certain way – the many good and beautiful experiences that we might miss through…

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This entry was posted by Simon Williams.

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