Seasonal Process - Closing Poem

My old friend, the owner 

of a new boat, stops by 

to ask me to fish with him. 

And I say I will - both of us 

knowing that we may never 

get around to it, it may be 

years before we're both 

idle again on the same day. 

But we make a plan, anyhow, 

in honor of friendship 

and the fine spring weather 

and the new boat 

and our sudden thought 

of the water shining 

under the morning fog. 

"The Plan," by Wendell Berry