Grounded

Rumi - cast your thinking on the water - you say

What if the water has gone away?

I see a boat

Grounded on the empty riverbed

A tempting metaphor to wax lyrical about my aching soul

If it wasn’t for the solitary figures passing peacefully by

Clad in boots, dragging buckets on a string

Sliding across the mud

Disappearing into the distance

To dig for clams