Spiritist E*Vent
On the rocky and grassy bank
I see the brown flat bottom boat,
It my time to investigate.
River reef swiveling rage
Pretends a little forgives not—
On river reaching I will sail.
Then it comes: the swill shelling storm
Lathed with ugly frightening force.
Alarmed I no master sailor.
Blew the wrench like a blue steel gale,
Cajoles into a tempest ghost
And I trapped in the yeasty Bree.
Pulling through the blue-white bleaching
Rump thump of the flat bottom boat,
Filled the boat of river venom.
I toiled to discard the water
With courage an emblem of faith
I completed “river reaching”.