Invitation

The river howls and dances
and ticks wildly
against the quay
as if the water wants to make
it move
But the quay does not budge

As if the river is afraid
to die
and to dissolve further in the fog
as if it begs the quay
to keep her alive and on board

Each wave is like a hand
an invitation to dance
with her

But maybe if she would let
the stillness sink into her water deep
She would sense
that the quay
gently cradles her

©RoseGirl2026