Row Row Row Your Boat

How bravely we rise to face each new day
As the golden sun chases black night away.

From one unknown into another without hesitation we leap -
Headlong into consciousness from the misty shores of sleep.

Awake, the world is just what it seems,
Solid and distant from the province of dreams.

But the dreamer knows behind closed eyes
What the waker, at angles, can only surmise:

Life, as the author of the old round wrote
Is a trip downstream in a tiny boat.


Richard Cody, 2002, 2014