Words & Music by Mike Power

Day 53 – Total confirmed cases in US: 1,228,609

For the last couple of months, a boat has been docked in the Harlem River, near my home. It goes out sometimes but always comes back.

Yesterday I walked over the Henry Hudson Bridge and did a quick sketch of it from the other side of the river.

This boat made me think of a song. What else is new? From 1969, Caetano Veloso’s The Empty Boat:

From the stern to the bow
Oh, my boat is empty
Yes, my heart is empty
From the who to the how

From the rudder to the sail
Oh, my boat is empty
Yes, my hand is empty
From the wrist to the nail

From the ocean to the bay
Oh, the sand is clean
Oh, my mind is clean
From the night to the day

From the stern to the bow
Oh, my boat is empty
Oh, my head is empty
From the nape to the brow

From the east to the west
Oh, the stream is long
Yes, my dream is wrong
From the birth to the death