under, thrust, harbor, wind, prance, fall

Into the harbor leaves fall
Becoming boats, floating to destinations
Unknown to our eyes, passengers of fortune

The movements random, with prance and thrust
Wind took them here
Wind will take them there
Or keep bringing them back
Eddies of their unwritten future

They float atop the current
Until they become saturated with life
Resting under the the water, the sky

#Poetry