Above me fly.

The boat is slowly moving,
I can feel it drifting.
I don’t know where it’s headed,
But I can feel things shifting.
Only tiny movements,
Not visible to the eye,
But I can feel it still,
As the birds above me fly.
They are passing in their ignorance,
Quick glances as they progress.
I am so very slowly drifting,
But it is not time to press.