I sat beside a river in hostility

I sat beside a river in hostility

I looked askanse at tangled trees behind me

Sulkily I scanned the mirrored shore

Frowned into the mist-masqued miles above me

Cordially I read the sum:

So . . . what.

The river spat a fish (in contemplation)

Which hungrily returned (or fell) to . . . what

I pondered briefly what is exploration —

Unconvinced I turned away to . . . what.