anticipation

he wants to cross the river

..there are sharp rocks under the gurgling waters
there is sand on its bed that turn to gold in the sunlight
there are memories from a thousand years
of life and death

He is building a boat to cross the river
rough wood hewn from the woods
Hewing rough wood with his gnarled hands
he is building a boat to cross the river

The moonlight will turn its waters into a silver splash
and on its waves will splash little fish and mermaids
His oars will scatter little drops of silver
his bow will slice though scattered waves
When he crosses the river.

I believe he will make it to the other side...