A Tale Of Two Strangers Poem by Anita Atina

There were two strangers

Who met by the sea

She saw the light in him

And so did he


They said hello

Soon became friends

They talked of their lives

Till it was time to go


They took their boats

And each rowed away

Thinking of the other

And what was left unsaid


He took the high river

That traveled the cold lands

It was cold, gray and miserable

There was no one at hand


She took the low river

That traveled the wide plains

It was hot, dusty and humid

Every day, a drain



Soon there was a dark storm

That lashed o’er the lands

The dark lord's fury provoked

The rivers in turmoil


He rowed with all his might

But the current was too strong

The oar was soon broken

And the sails were torn


She rowed with all her might

But the current was too strong

The boat tossed, hit a rock

And the hull was blown


So both drifted along hurt and worn

Till the river calmed down

Soon the sea was approaching

But rescue there was none


As the high river and low river

Both merged with the waiting sea

The friends saw each other

With great relief


The currents drew the boats together

And it made sense to see

That his boat could use the oars from hers

And together they could reach


So they rowed together then

And rowed with delight

With the sun’s warmth on their backs

To reach land, now in sight