There is a river
running between us,
wide and deep.
It is dark when I look into it,
like your face.
I long to jump in,
swim across
to where you are
stand dripping before you,
but the current is strong
the rocks jagged,
I want to look into your eyes,
trace the light in them
but my feet are stuck in mud
Here on the riverbank
my legs won’t move.
My words are stones
sinking to the bottom of the river
Picture: http://learning.southdowns.gov.uk
Poetry Drawer: The Last Day by Raine Geoghegan (for my father James Charles Hill)
