Grasping the Water

I've got nothing

in the wicker...

floating faster

falling swifter...

The rattan itself

is worn away

and whatever

might have

carried thru

among the reeds

has disappeared

in our fray...

What did I say?

calls the fisherman

on the raft right

round the bend

Nothing, nothin'

in water it is

written...

my friends

averting

misty eyes &

crashing back

into our waves

2023 APR 06