There’s a blue boat on my dock
It arrives once a year
It brings no one, and it takes no one
It holds no maps, no navigation, no sense of direction
Every year it leaves
The next year it comes back
It stops on my dock
It leaves from my dock
No one sees it but me
There is no captain, no passengers, no crew
I wait at the dock once a year
For the boat
The boat with no purpose
But to taunt me with its peeling blue paint
and its tattered, muddied sails
But it always comes empty
And it always leaves empty