crossing the river #2
In the 1970s, when my husband and I had only known each other for about a month, we were stranded for three hours on a ferry that quit half way across the river. The ferryman just shrugged, said he’d be back, and rowed away in the lifeboat.
We were desperate. For an hour, we skipped stones across the water. I don’t believe there was a single stone or pebble or grain of sand left on the ferry deck! We talked, of course, and probably found out how much we had in common. We’ve been together for almost 33 years.
When the ferryman returned, he brought some sandwiches his wife had made for us and the news we would have to wait two more hours for the Coast Guard to come up the river from Saint John to tow us to the shore.
Needless to say, we were eventually rescued. And I have never experienced a ferry breakdown again.
skipping stones
~
collect your stones
select for flat and smooth
stones with knowledge
embedded flight and float
pile your stones
~
hold your hand
like this, curl your finger
round the stone, flat curve against
your palm, coddled
cover of a book
you never want to end
~
swoop back
arm and index finger
parallel to shore, release
count
the
skips
the way
water
flirts
with edge
of skim
and
sinking
stone
~
concentric rings
connect and scatter
~
select another stone
~
© Jane Tims 2011


























Excellent poem Jane. Very tender, especially with the leadup in the narrative. Also like the effect of skipping words.
-Denis
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JD
September 17, 2011 at 11:12 am
Hi Denis. I occasionally like using the shape of the poem to convey some meaning. I love skipping stones. Jane
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jane tims
September 18, 2011 at 5:49 pm