Poemas del río Wang: Under Vyšehrad

Early fall, the sky is gray, but the weather is warm, and in the afternoon the side streets are still and quiet. I find myself under Vyšehrad, Prague’s second castle, which lords high on a rock overlooking the place near where the brook Botič joins the river Vltava.

I walk down to the embankment, and I am mostly alone, save for the hungry swans who come eagerly swimming toward me at my approach to the waterfront, apparently expecting me to feed them. But I have nothing to give. I have only my camera.