Ferry

Ferry
Jonathan Moya 

The weighted ferry crosses the river
barely afloat in the fog.

A heron skims the surface,
its wings brushing against linen and wood.

The bells of a church  
peal from the opposite shore.

The ferry motors closer.

The sound of its engine is 
muffled in the voice 
of the choir singing—

until nestled against the pier,
it floats higher 
with each leaving body  

touching foot to plank,
hem to  
water and earth.