Back and forth

the ferryman goes

from south to north or

wherever the wind blows.

 

To and fro

present and past

does the ferryman go

where no memories lasts.

 

Up and down

between hope and fears

from town to town

the ferryman steers.

 

From west to east

towards the sun

the ferryman beast

is on the run.

 

From side to side

through endless bogs

his eternal ride

the ferryman slogs.

 

His old boat leak

and the road so long

his oars that squeak

but his mind is strong.

 

No time to waste

echoes through his head

by the devil he’s chased

and that drives him mad.

 Ens, april 2015

 

 

                                                Viltstift, Ger Ens