Breaking up the ice

by Aileen Paterson

Today we make our way
through solid water.
And though it moans
the river splits,
gives way to our
slow determination.
People smile to see us
take our chances
and when it shifts
the water dances.
Bubbles come from
some deep place,
the river breathes.
We smile and wave
like river royalty.
We give our presence
to the morning,
the ducks and old sleepy foxes,
silent, waiting.