The sigh of one bank <br />and the merriment of other <br />under the cover of dense mist <br /> through the roaring waves <br />my boat and I <br />carry them to cross over <br />while <br />I measure the depth <br />and count the blueness <br /> my boat silently drops <br />the grains of our misfortune <br />in the chest of the tide <br />either to feed the river <br />or to float away<br /><br />Abdul Wahab<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boat-man-and-the-river/
