I saw this poem on a bus a long time ago. It was short and I memorized it. But since I never studied it in school or anything, I don’t have any profound thoughts about it. But, somehow, it fits my mood today.
The Blue Boat by Kathleen Jamie
How late the daylight edges
toward the northern night
as though journeying
in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell
with, slung from its mast, a lantern
like our old idea of the soul