The Boat-Man Poem by Ajiive Jay

She saw a boat-man,
A half naked 'grey man', smelling fish,
A man of melting shadow,
Never the ripples got him.
A wet earthly one,
Knows depths, devil's zones!

Once on a full moon, the first meeting,
An ever flowing river in her breast!
A stormy sea in his brain!
Now a river with storm flowing.

He carried her on the boat-head,
Many a woman traveled ashore,
But the river man never ferried anyone!
Day and night, dawn and dusk,
Storms, rains, drowning boat,
He at the rear on the ore,
Fighting waves-
To find what he never finds!