Trying to Swim

As the tears fall
I jump into my little silver canoe,
I push off from shore;
drift away.

The boat begins to move,
propelled by something,
I know not what.

It cuts through the water,
parting it beneath the metallic sids.
Easily slipping
across the surface.

I will the boat on
and it moves quicker,
still slicing smoothly
through the glossy river.

I sit back
the boat stops,
I float
almost hovering.

Suddenly I am disgusted
with my silver canoe.
I leap out,
and embrace the cold cold water.

But now
I just want
to climb back in
again.