River Reflections

The car ferry stops when the light fades. Rabit Hatch is quite a hamlet now, yet the few houses still seem to slope down to the boat ramp. At night I like to lean over a gate watching those light-lit windows reflecting the Ohio river as it slides by, it's massive shoulders pushing it down to the Mississippi. When I die, my ashes will be tossed between Kentucky and Indiana. I hope, just for a moment, they will be lit-up by a streetlamp, on some shore not too far from here.