Worries Poem by RIC BASTASA

my wife worries
about the dream that
i told her about
this early morning while
we are taking breakfast

it is all about a boat
alone
waiting on the bank
of the river
under a shade of trees
on filtered light
through the leaves

it worries her to know
that somehow soon
we shall be that boat's
passengers
that accommodate only
one of us
and not both

the other side has no name
but it is a place so certain
and acceptable