Boat With No Oars Poem by Elizabeth Haasch

So here I am on a boat with no oars.
As far away from land as the sky is to the sea.
Yet close enough.
Looking at the land as if it were so close.
yet so far.
Pleading for a way to have it.
closer than what it had seemed to be.

So here I am wondering how this came to be.
Where I stand in life.
With all the unanswered questions.
Why where how.

There you are driving your car the pilot of your plane.
Being the role you always dreamed.
Never having to stay the same.

So here I am on this boat with no oars.
Wondering where you are.
Wondering what's this meaning.
How this came to be