Rolling over the foams of a river,
in a catamaran I cruised along.
To the beats of my heart chugged the motor,
and wind blew away the hat I had donned.
The sun shimmered hurling the yellow pecks.
As I sailed, the waters seemed to widen.
I dangled my feet over the front deck,
and looked farther to the blue horizon.
In the distance lay stationed a herd of boats
which housed children, families, numerous pets.
With schools, hospitals - a village afloat,
and people traded in floating markets.
Bare-chested young kids raced and sprang around
waving to each and every passer-by.
Their faces glowed with energy abound,
and I watched them with unabated sigh.
How well joy streams in thru places unknown,
and fills up those silent, unaware gaps.
My catamaran whistled with a moan-
signaling the time for our final lap.