Classic Poem

Comings, goings, hard to settle down:
your baggage is light; suddenly you're ready
for the road.
Watching you, I stand beyond the trees;
boat advancing, you shout as you enter clouds.
Colors of the country: wild geese on flat sands.
Dawn light: reeds on cut-off shores.
The desolate feeling in all of this:
no one but you could paint it.