TO THE RIVER

An intermittent smell of laundry and a sand castle ahead. Onward.

Up and to your left, a visage, a horror. You turn back.

Gold and silver crest above.

A lofty arch draws your gaze and pulls you in. Onward!

Heavenly heights sweep you in their direction. Hurry on!

An angelic vision, sword and scales. To the spot!

Shuttered white draws your gaze. Go there!

They are watching. Don’t be conspicuous, keep moving on.

Now time to tread a forbidden path.

Impenetrable door at your right hand. Drats! Move on.

Writhing snake, bringing light. Shuffle past.

O munificent orb above! Praise be.

But where hath this strange journey brought you?