by Jnana Hodson

Ferryman, on the Way Home

the colder the air
the heavier the water
turning choppy

the boat shimmies
under the strain

eight to ten inches on deck

frankly, cars slide into each other so much
the chief engineer would have shut the run down

returning, I just missed the ferry
twice in a row now
on a very tight schedule

pulled in just as she was slipping away
from the pier

deep against rolling mountains
morning clouds with sun rays


That’s what Woodpecker said.