Tuesday, January 22, 2008
By the River (poem)
By the River
You think
you are the one.
You think that because
she is your luminous shadow,
you have been chosen,
star in a fairy tale,
conspiracy of shameless joy.
You walk by the river.
Of course.
You stare into one another's eye
as if into a magic mirror,
expecting to find there
a replica of a lost sun,
a duplicate of a jewel
you wore
in some other lifetime.
Now you are walking
in a garden alone.
Nothing is yet
in bloom,
only the rustle
of still stiff leaves.
Just the promise of flowers
to hold you close,
a stirring underground.
The soft breeze
to tell you
a whispered reality,
some arriving truth.
Dorothy Walters
January 22, 2008
