__________ one lean riverboat
edges the bank. The world is quiet.
Patient ducks ride reflections in the wake,
hours like water rolling off their backs.
Even now, frogs, in their impossibility,
Holding his breath, the boater
quickens his pace and can’t say why.
Amid the air and cooling spray, the teeming
valley opens its broad mouth.
A line lies coiled in the bow,
hungry for the mooring and the cleat.