Dave Bonta's short poem opens with a restlessness many people will recognize: the pull to be somewhere other than where you are, and then, just as quickly, somewhere else again. The speaker doesn't settle on a place. "Here" and "there" are held side by side, as if both are equally tempting and equally out of reach.
Then the poem moves to a scene. The speaker spends the day "under sail," with money in hand, and the moon "walking upon the sea." The money suggests ordinary wants and worries, the sort of thing that keeps us wishing for a different life. The moon, by contrast, is calm and strangely graceful, moving across the water without any need to choose a destination. The poem doesn't say whether the speaker finds peace, and the ellipsis at the end leaves the thought open. The mood is quiet, drifting and a little wistful, a mix of longing and a half-glimpsed stillness.