Fire On the Ohio River
The boat rocks gently under a reddening sun;
is it wrong to wish for a Viking funeral,
to ponder a last journey West
into the dying light?
I could rest my soul here in this skiff
on this long warm wave of evening;
allowing the wooded lands, the sloping meadows,
the smoke-stacked barge brimming ports,
the patched up river towns to slip on by
under the kindling sails of evening clouds.
Night slips into the river.
I hitch the boat to a stump of land,
still imagining a Viking ending,
but also resigned that tomorrow -
will be one more place to play with fire.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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