A Beautiful World

I hesitate at the exit,
noticing the symmetry of trees, bushes, nature in general.
"What do you see?" She asks.
"A Beautiful World"
And I'm off:
The raindrops soaking my clothing, &
i'm kept dry by a delicate poetic feeling,
until I ponder just how delicate it is,
then I
accept the waves against me like blood,
and am thankful to hold on
to the edge of the night-blue boat
struggling vainly up to fall back
to my current position