A Life of Wonder

Delaware River Fog, originally uploaded by Bob Jagendorf.

In the morning when the fisherman

climb into their boats like tombs covered in fog

headed into the river,

I too wish to join them there.

Mother says when I am grown

the fog will part for me

and in the great blue waters I will find

more fish than I can carry

In the river all moves slowly

the ripple of the birds landing on the surface

awakens me

but not the fishermen who are still.

I have asked you to join me at the base of this tree

its ancient twists know the enchanted fog

“I am afraid of the tombs floating in the sea,” You tell me.

“But it’s a river, not the sea,” I say.

Tomorrow I will climb into the river

Tomorrow I will hide in the tombs floating through the fog

Tomorrow a fisherman may find me and

not understand this love for you

or the fisherman that grows inside of me.