Like a Reed Boat by William S. Rea
Like a reed boat that slipped its mooring Set drifting on the current Or the heaping up of ripened grain In the time of harvest He was farewelled Gone, in the fullness of his time But that final slipping away Still came like something unexpected Like an empty pier or a barren field Which once brimmed with purpose Bustled with life and vigour Now there was silence Except