Helping Her Cross the River
    by Douglas Gilbert

Someone let her cross the river for me
when I skipped stones sadly past tadpoles, and
she was glad to speak of leaves and frogs as if
I were a prince in need of a kiss, and she were a princess

But we don’t need to know if the river is wide
or if she is escaping a palace, and if
I am a wandering King because

she laughs with me and the giggling stream
as if we could rule every meandering river
even if she’s come from far banks of sadness, and

for whomsoever helped her cross the river wide
I give you the sky and
a dove for your love


4 thoughts on “Helping Her Cross the River

    1. There is a purpose to the kind stranger– I stand at the river bank waiting for a parting when the parts are played and the drama stones are flat and smooth enough to walk on. The stranger smiles, proud of the confluence of a strategic toe in the water and a hand to the sky.

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