I miss the sound of the river
I know for certain my voice was one of many
that rode the current
and yours was too.
Talk braided us together
Just like desire.
In the middle of our conversations
We laughed ourselves to tears.
We followed a water worn path
We followed a water shorn path…
That is what the river does
And here we are…
A river folded into the great lap of the ocean
This is where we vested ourselves
Where we became publically engaged
Tossed together with knowledge and desire…
We are not responsible for the tides our mother keeps,
But river washed lovers that we are
We may need to consider
What we bring to port
And where we go from here