Softly flowing water,
Debris bobbing
In the ebb and flow
Owl eyed
boatish heterotopias
Line up proudly
Scorning life on land.
Reluctant
River children
Dawdle to school
to boast of life on water
And a home that floats
Most wondrously
Between the city
and the delta;
Both places
alike to them
Watched
by protective eyes.
December 1st, 2010 at 2:54 am
Oh, lovely! Just wonderful.
December 1st, 2010 at 11:45 am
love the images,
I used to live near a river with boats and more…
Thanks for sharing!
welcome linking it to our poetry potluck week 12…
December 8th, 2010 at 3:43 pm
Love the pictures and write-up of a life that is foreign to me – I go sometimes to Fisherman’s Wharf here and envy those who get to live on the houseboats there, some of them quite elaborate…