Across the River

Across the river there’s a bridge

With traffic slowly driving,

Cars and trucks en route to where

They’ll later be arriving.

 

Across the river buildings stand

In which some folks are living,

Oblivious to the attention

I, right now, am giving.

 

Across the river boats chug by,

Their wakes of foam a’trailing.

I watch their progress from behind

A black protective railing

 

Across the river there are those

Who might be gazing, sighting

A person sitting on a bench,

Across the river, writing.