I look for you
when the moon's womb is heavy in the midnight sky
the tall grass nodding, bending at the waist in silent greeting.
I reach the rivers edge where last I saw you
throwing pebbles of memories
that break the surface of coursing depths.
The trees shift, talking in their sleep
as I wait, still
so that you'll return to me.
At last the sun peeks one eye open
and I rise to leave
the bank embracing the imprint of my body to itself.
With one look back
I hear your bubbling laughter
tripping over itself as the current hurries down stream.
This piece was included in a visual project for a benefit of our local rivers. You can check out the video, done by my good friend John Christian Adams. My piece starts around 2:24 and I read one of my favorite poets Ellen Kort's piece second to the end.