waking

 

i swing from bridge to river

thinking about that child

who sat at a distance

looking at a note from god

the river resting beneath his feet

 

i watched him from a distance

the water cold and stunned

resumed its course, ignoring his

prayers, he would not look

instead he closed his eyes

hearing the blue and its softness

 

we walked back, feet hurt from

the stones which cobbled us

i walked a little behind, he

eager to go, moved on ahead

he left the note and the solace