Fleeting feelings

A perfect current 

A calming stream 

A holding hand

A sailor's serene 

The boat rocks gently

Back and fourth

A gentle caress

A steady force

Until one day 

The sailor looks up

And falls in love 

With a passing duck 

He watches: bewildered, preoccupied

as the duck floats and glides on by

At edge of the boat

With a wobble and a creak

The sailor leans out

to capture his beak 

But the duck was too fast

The sailor fell in 

He gave up his boat 

For a fleeting whim