This is a River’s Poem

This is a River's poem
Boundless blue on every side expanding
With whistling winds and imperious waves
My Boatman's joyous face, full of faith
Withering, wrinkled- yet ever full of faith.
The rain, ebb and flow, the sun
Circular motion
Mirroring the vague rounding suggestions of the brainy world-
The liquid flowing syllables.
I sit at the other end of the boat
Drinking, what could have been wine or the sunset
Or those syllables they threw,
Who can say for sure?
I write a reminiscence of self, not be read
This is a river's poem.