The Wide River
No Bridge for
the wide, wide
River Time.
It is of no use standing
on the banks looking
through river haze.
No shout, no waving of the hands,
no wishing upon a star
will build a bridge.
So you are on your shore
I am on mine
and I know you are there.
And when the permanent fog
clouding children's memory
is sunned out I will be gone.
I will have stepped into the shadows
and only my footprints
will be proof I was there on the shore
The waves lapping
from the river soon erase even
the deepest marks in the sand .
So if in your search
the tracks are gone
I leave you two this poem
For Alexandra and Dean
June 10,2012