Do not look for endings
or beginnings in the river:
you will hear the cries
of rowers as they lean
upon the oars, strive
against the early current
surging to the sea;
you will see late-
summer swallows,
circling before they leave.
Do not look for answers
where the saline and fresh
waters meet, and eddy
with detritus from the journey
in mid-stream. The ferry docks,
exchanges passengers,
regains its urgency, and you
are not on board, but sitting
pensive on the wooden seat,
waiting for the light to flood
down-river from the east.