Our Boat

Before the world wakes up, the water is already speaking.

Mist hangs low, like the Delta is still dreaming.

This is the hour that belongs to us —

quiet, patient, full of promise.

Somewhere beneath that stillness, something big is waiting.

This boat has seen a hundred sunrises,

carried a hundred stories out onto the water.

Every rod, every line, every seat holds a memory not yet made.

It doesn’t just float — it waits, ready,

for the next cast that changes everything