Nothing much (I sail)

I'm in between.
A stretch of grass between the trees.
All plain. Monotone. Just green.

I'm in between.
I don't know where I'm headed,
but I can feel something's coming.

I just have to be patient.
And steady.
But when it's finally here, will I be ready?
 
For now, I'm on this little toy boat,
quietly sailing on a canal
in a garden.

Slowly. Peacefully. Reliably
moving with the waves.
And the stream of consciousness.
And the breeze of time.
I sail.
I sail.