Sonnet

Is it against the law on the Sabbath day to save life.
But they said nothing.
Why sometimes with scoffers is silence so rife.
Is it left to unclean spirits to say something.

I am looking at Richter’s Crossing the Elbe.
The ferry with people of all ages.
Is it a ship of life on the stream of time; Nein, es ist nicht dasselbe.
No it’s not the same, it’s not the ferryman of life and death collecting his wages.

On the ferry the harp plays in the dying sun’s rays.
There is little talk.
But a sense of peace pervades.
A motif of romanticism, at which there is nothing to balk.

I wish I could be taken gently by time’s stream.
And view all life like a distant dream.

Haiku

It’s a ship of life
Now carrying all ages
In a stream of time