Is it too trite
that the river
for our love?
And to use the old saying that
you never step into the same river twice?
Because it is
Driving through the dark Ozarks night,
following the hollows along the river,
a young couple in our headlights-
wet, walking hand in hand-
coming up from a midnight swim.
Suddenly, I am transported-
I am that girl-
shy, bold and holding your hand,
feeling your wet skin for the first time,
the rush of the river,
the rush of the new.
Then, I laugh, seeing myself
reflected in your laughing eyes
illuminated by the dashboard lights.
We drive towards home,
splashing in the river.
*** this was written a few years ago – but since I am dreaming of rivers – thought I would reprise it.