The Ferry at Peel, Arkansas


One waits for the ferry.

There is only one. 

It moves upon Bull Shoals Lake ever so slowly,

Moving perceptibly, but barely,

Moving with certainty in the charmed afternoon.


We wait.

A car appears behind us.

A man dressed like a homeless person

Exits the car and walks up to the ferry landing.

He, too, I think is waiting for the ferry.

But the man walks back to his car,

Gets in, drives off

Without even giving me time

To create a story about his life. 


Now the ferry lands.

The wait is over.


--October 30, 2013