Hazy memory

The shore melted into a gray fog.
Trees loom. Like on the screen -
I see a canvas hanging as if
Without navigation I row hastily.

The kayak boat goes with the flow.
Its a pity that the veil is an obstacle to vision.
Then a spruce tree will appear from the fog,
then talniks, otherwise you will run aground.

The water is not clear. --
The river is a muddy stream.
Everything is dramatic.
The lesson is inconsolable.

In the sublunary world you have to swim.
I really want to live without adventure.
But how fates helm turns...
no one knows. - Steer, dont steer.