The Boats at Bay

Two rows of houses diverged from a bay.
I could not see to both sides
and decide which I admired most,
and at the same time, gaze at the boats.

I thought about taking one out to shore,
if only any belonged to me,
with an initial of my name.
I chose to watch the others

load their possessions and ride off,
to where I understood how far I was
from them, and could only turn around
back to the countryside, back home.

Through time, I paced; through I, time passed,
and perhaps it all happened too fast.
If not for today, it would merely make sense,
and I would find myself in a different day.