On the Ferry

To the ferry, people flock; The ride is smooth and free. Despite the gloomy weather, It’s the perfect place to be. Out the window, fog and haze; Raindrop pattern splatters. People barely give a glance – Transport all that matters. Lady Liberty appears, Torch held high in greeting; Tourists take a snapshot, Their attention sharp but fleeting. Friends will meet me when we dock To schmooze and have a meal. Getting there by boat, not car, Just adds to the appeal. And then I’ll take the ferry back; No traffic and no stress. A lovely spot to read or think Or write a poem, I guess.