A boat with a single sail slides across
the sea. Waters part. A late dawn wind
rustles the rushes along a wide shore.
The blunted bulk of an ox heaves awake.
In search of dew-wet twigs, a ram bounds
from rock to rock. Snake, lizard lick
desolation from the sand. Hermit-hived
bees fly free. The Galilee’s cold as ghosts’
breath. Repairing nets, even a host of
fishermen won’t wade in. Locusts flying
over head rattle like wind-tossed palms
before a dust storm. Where no one dares
to look, the head-high reeds divide for him
and the sun that walks like a lover by his side.

number 22 in the 2River Chapbook Series