the ferry woman

if i could be a conduit
for life on the river
a vessel on direction
and cradle from the swiftness
how could i keep my sentimental heart
from wanting to save one or two passengers
to have for my very own

and how would this ferry woman
victim to attachment
keep those ones or twos
from collecting on the banks into
hillsides of everything
wanting absolutely, to remove it all from the flow
for just a little while longer
in the most perfect stillness; Love
safely asleep in my arms

© lyw