A Sliver of River

Written by: ilene bauer

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.