Wordsworth's Ridge

A summer night

I find a boat

Tied to a tree

A normal home

She lost her string

I'm stepping in

I push the shore there

An act of stealth

A troubled glad without a voice

A mountain song, the boat moves on

The water runs on either side

The circle swell, a sudden light

Takes me

I fix my view

Upon the ridge

Horizon's eye

Above the gray sky

I tip my oar to raise the stroke

The wading swan, the image broke

A looming peak, a pirate size

Uprears its head, a sudden guise

Takes me