Ferry Boat

Here on the banks
Of the slow movement,
The music of the river
Glides into the future.

The soft cadence
Of the warm rain
Patterns the leaden
Plated surface.

Still by the side
The ferry boat
Awaits the pilgrim soul.

All is not lost
Are words which stream
Beyond the reach
Of the stiffened fingers
And the tied tongue.

JL June 17 11:48