River

it’s a short walk
to the river
from my porch
the water
is ice cold
rolling down
the mountain
going
who knows
where
I have
never been away
from here
wouldn't know where
to go
if I dared
I spend hours
sitting
on a log
with a
twig in
my mouth
watching
the river
I
imagine
it goes
a long way
to someplace
nice and warm
even when
the wind blows
like a bad sax solo
way up here