That summer <br />that held him as a child <br /> <br />he watched in wonder <br />as the river ran <br /> <br />tumbling blindly <br />wildly over stones <br /> <br />in such a hurry to be <br />nothing but <br /> <br />the essence of <br />itself <br /> <br />in which he dared <br />to plunge his hand <br /> <br />feel its riverness <br />pity his petty human-ness <br /> <br />flowing from a time <br />so long ago <br /> <br />(the mind could not <br />imagine) <br /> <br />fleeing to a time <br />that only the Future could see <br /> <br />&. <br /> <br />Now in this summer <br />that sees the child a man <br /> <br />he runs <br />along the river bed <br /> <br />its waters gone <br />its stones now <br /> <br />breathing air <br /> <br />imagining the water <br />that used to be. <br /> <br />He runs <br />as if he were <br /> <br />the water <br />of his childhood <br /> <br />plunging <br />through time <br /> <br />running now wildly <br />& blindly <br /> <br />towards some great <br />uknown <br /> <br />Future that he <br />cannot see <br /> <br />carried along <br />by unseen waters.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unseen-waters-for-scarlett/
