The Pilgrim Observes:

The weather is as such that
The river is bereft of water.

On the other side of the city
Inside an ice-cool room, a four-year-old boy
On a blank sheet of paper with multicoloured crayons
Draws a miniature river.

The river is filled with water, and
The boy courageously rubs the blue crayon
On the white piece of paper; the
River overflows.

If he knew how to draw, the boy,
He’d have drawn a handful of fish, a
small boat, and on that boat
A fisherman figurine.

If he could draw, today, in the picture of
The four-year-old, the fisherman figurine
Would’ve collected his share of harvest
For a full meal after years of going hungry.

The weather is as such that
The river is bereft of water.