normal
a baseline is set .
how things are supposed to be .
and fear maintains it
The photo doesn’t have much to do with the poem; abstract inspiration at best. But the longer I look at it the more I wonder: how often do these sailboats actually do what they’re designed to do? They spend the vast majority of the summer tied to the bottom of the lake. The sailboat doesn’t care either way, of course, but to have this resource… these resources, and not take every advantage… maybe it is fear that keeps the boats anchored to the bottom of the lake. Fear in the part of the boats’ owners — if they do take every opportunity to come and sail, they may become bored with such a small lake. Or they may lose out on the bread winning opportunities that allow them to have a boat that they keep tied to the bottom of a lake within a short walk or drive from their homes. Maybe the inspiration isn’t abstract. Or maybe I’m writing with a shoehorn.
