upon seeing a river

upon seeing a river,

who wouldn’t want to be in it?

or next to it, or at least closer?

in the summer

from a bus

on a freeway

whose traffic is moving

slower than the river’s green water,

because of an obstruction

whose nature, when finally perceived,

will seem as dull, itself, as the wait it caused,

in contrast with another obstruction

that will suddenly be brought into relief,

the obstruction between being on the bus

and being in the river,

an obstruction whose nature

will never be clear.