Fragile summer day of dappled light

Like a last chance to run or stay

Cannot ride far in case clouds burst

Feeling not quite home or far away

Wind capped Ohio serves no craft

Crest pushing back against the undertoe

Sitting by the river neath unstable skies

Oppressively low clouds ebb and flow

The river is full of motion and weight

A train hastens across over the top

The route has been charted without delay

Without any sidelines or stops

Homeless get stuck in time after time

Home is a restroom, lounge and lawn

Tides never change nor rivers part

Train whistles moan and they are gone

Train wheels and rivers must carry on

Fish still swim under iron wheels rolling

Dams and locks may get in the way

Slow them in a watery course like living

No landscape stands still besides the moon

Rivers run their course to the sea

Trains move rolling stock forward

Like I transverse my lifetime, naturally

Aug. 18, 2024

Beaver on the Banks of the Ohio