I wrote this poem in 2008 about ferrying around the world:
He took me as far as Baton Rouge
She drove me as far as Ghent
She drove me as far as Ghent
He took me as far as Lima
The furthest the river went
I told her I’d get off in Tulsa
That Third Street was close enough
I asked him to sing me a love song
His voice Venetian and rough
They brought me to Ambergate station
Came home for Christmastime
They took me 'cross Frisco bay
On a ferry when I was nine
A wayfarer, a crate, a stowaway
That’s how I made it through
A raft upon the Amazon,
Ask that man, it’s true
For all these traveler’s angels
I pray thanks for such fine deeds
And know upon this earth
Wherever we follow they lead
*Photo of Akaroa, New Zealand
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