irate boatman

i see the lonely boatman pulling his boat
to the banks of the river
he cruised only for a shorter moment
shorter than that summer in far north

the yachter appeared exhausted
and even frustrated
while the river continued her dance
her fast flowing towards the ocean

the boatman did not begin his boating
from that little point the river began, or dropping
dangerously many suicidal heights, and suddenly
spreading thinly on grounds a boat could ground

now the retired oarsman like jonah is envious
that the river that carried him continues
without him and his tiny craft
before merging into a oneness with the wide sea

Note: Photo by Gitanjali Victor