Gliding

The road and river parallel
Each other as I ride
On the ferry where, with traffic
Non-existent, we do glide.

With windshield wipers flapping
In my car, I’d be real tense
But the boat ride is so calming
That it seems to recompense.

I ready my book and crossword solve
And even write my poem.
Before I know it, I’ll be back,
Relaxing in my home.