A Sliver of River

A sliver of river appears in my view; The window has served up the slice. Of course, thought I’d love the whole vista, to me A sliver is almost as nice. It gives me a glance of the watery ways That surround us as we stroll the city. Our island existence we often forget As we deal with the gruff and the gritty. Yet just a short distance away are the waves Which are churned by each ferry and barge; And at times, Nature’s wrath rises over the banks Which reminds us just who is in charge. The river is calm now, the part I can see; A tugboat chugs by, trailing foam. I stare out the window and smile at the thought That this sliver’s delivered this poem.