North and south
across the river
all we can do is stare.
We remember soft words
and quiet moments together
as we leave each other behind.
I see ducks sleeping
snug on the sandy banks,
while the swans soar together
over the citrus trees.
A faint song lifts into the mist
as the ferry slips
out into the moonlight.
Our love reduces
distance to nothing,
but all around me I hear women
washing for their husbands.
