river watching

by m.m. griffin

Boulders in the Park by Ron DeKett
Boulders in the Park by Ron DeKett
I hear cackles from earlier generations
and echoes of past conversations
in the water’s thucks and bubbles.
The voices are wet branches against the sky.
 
I see images of vaguely familiar faces
and distant places in the foamy water
crashing over rocks and swirling
in the river’s spiral.
 
I want to wade in the shallow water
and revel in the current’s resistance,
but there is not enough time.
 
I watch a man toss his rod into brown water.
After three attempts, he catches a small fish.
 
I try to remember something unseen
and wonder how far the river flows.
I want to stay and play for a while,
but I must go.

 

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