(Poem) Two Mast Sailboat

From the wisdom of Aristotle

“We are what we repeatedly do”

I am a log that rolls out of bed

Each morning, with crusted lids

I stumble to the bathroom

So many have asked me

Now that I’m in retirement

How I’m liking the repetition

Underlying a subliminal expectation

That my reply would be of disdain

There’s an art I’ve not mastered

To break the doldrums I am in

I’ve rearranged the pillows

And their linens by color

Yet I still roll out of bed

This morning, out my window

I glanced a two mast sailboat

In a waterway of motorboats

Immediately I was transported

To places I’ve previously traveled

It was to the Nile with a brilliant sun

Or a Brazilian village on the seashore

I recalled  the wind blown sails

Powering ships on ruffled waters

Passengers content in their adventure

Once was a time everything was new

But since has being transformed

Into a tedious repetition

Shall I yield to the imagination

Or resume with my adventure