10 May 2026

By Philip Kuepper

The rowers shoved the river,
oar by oar.
They piled high the water
as they cut through it.
They eyed the current of the river
as an event to be seen,
and then to see themselves through it.
They would wave away the waves.
The river was their curse,
the river, their blessing.
For to row, the river was
the necessary body
to possess, and command.

(1 May 2026)