Down by the river
Just at the break of dawn
The grass has grown
The water is swamp
My youth is washed
Away
Somewhere
A long time ago
It was clearer still…
And the men go hunting
And time moves through my hands like sand
The physical and torn element
This is time
And I wonder about my place in it
And the women
Gather
And used to read
They said there was news shared
But in the world of men and giants and shadows
And ever changing fears
Months
Of cold Mondays
Where do you go
How have you grown?
Remember
Colette
Kathryn Hepburn
Zelda Fitzgerald
Mae West
Billie Holiday
So many more…
All of their shadows
In the water
Moving by
And by
how easy it would have been
To just sit
Quiet
And fit in the places made for them
I wonder what they thought
I wonder
What they wrote
I wonder
If you ever see them down by the river
Still
Making tides…
