The Ferry

The ferry slowly moves across the river
Oblivious to a passenger left behind
Even if he was noticed
The boat cannot return quickly
So he sits and waits at the dock
His feet swinging over the water

He marvels at his inability to catch up to
Something traveling so slowly
He smiles and laughs at the inconvenience
Because there is little else he can do
But to pause and enjoy
A sunny day with a view

Of ships and barges and passengers
The captains and their crews
Transporting a precious cargo
Creating a massive wake
That travels past a liquid line
And gradually dissipates