sailing past
cutting the fog
above the water

My husband and I often take short trips to the village of Dubrovčak Lijevi beside the river Sava. On those occasions we like to visit the old wooden ferry boat. On this particular morning, I could hardly see the boat from the top of the bank, somehow still and peaceful in the calm river. Then I remembered a modern ferry which had taken us to an island in the Adriatic Sea where we spent our summer holidays. In that timeless moment, the old ferryboat seemed like a piece of history that had just emerged from the river’s memories.

Haiku: Štefica Vanjek
Image: Zdenko Vanjek