I stand before the water's edge.
Thwarted, I throw a stone.
For I am here and you are there,
and I feel all alone.

I have no friendly Hanuman
to form a viaduct.
I gather scraps together to
see what I can construct.

Maybe I'll make a raft, or some
rickety, old footbridge -
Anything to reduce the gulf
so much as a hopeful smidge.