There is a river,
One which flows like the lines
On the palm of our hands,
One which holds
A secret
Quite like yours
And quite
Like mine.
There is a river,
One which casts brightness
On the shade of the trees,
One which holds my body
Like a leaf.
There is a river
That I visit
A place to escape
A place of cold embrace
A place of rain
And birdsong
In a day of quiet
In a day of empty anger,
Of confusion.
There is a river,
A long swirl
Of blue chaos
That puts my mind to sleep.