“A ferry missed but not lost”

[Conly]

He was gone.

There had been nothing she could do about it.

She was powerless to change that

And it frustrated her.



So she waited . . .

And time passed . . .

And passed some more . . .

Still she waited . . .



‘Til the docking came

And with it

Upon the bow

Reflection.



Others there had been

(the rich salt air stung; her eyes watering)

There would be Others again

That she knew.



Each was special

In flavor

In texture

And inspiration.



The gangway down

Over the groaning metal

She disembarked

Uncertain.



But he was there

Patient without waiting

And she knew

It would always be so.



That their paths

Would cross and touch

As if braided

For an interval.



Whether years

Or only an hour

Passed between . . .



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