Returning

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. 

Check out the link: HERE


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