By Boat or by Train?

It is not so much that the boat passed

and you failed to notice it.

It's more like the boat stopping

directly outside your bedroom window,

the captain blowing the signal-horn,

the band playing a rousing march.

The boat shouted, waving bright flags,

it's silver hull blinding in the sunlight.

But you had this idea you were going by train.

You kept checking the time-table,

digging for tracks.

And the boat got tired of you,

so tired it pulled up the anchor

and raised the ramp.

The boat bobbed in the distance,

shrinking like a toy -

at which point you probably realized

you had always loved the sea.

Naomi Shihab Nye