I stand on the side of a rushing river
wishing you were with me
to see the flooding waters
the broken branches piled high
chunks of concrete broken
a refrigerator from who knows where
the wind is blowing gently
it is cool
spiritual in a very unspiritual way
power in the force of water and wind
time suspended
I remember the age of all that is around is older
than I can comprehend
older than I want to know
this moment is only the blink of my blue eye
watching the orange brown muddy river eddy
by me and wishing you were here by my side to share this
moment. I tell you about it later and describe and show photos and then
it becomes a kind of shared experience different as a book and a newspaper
and I wish you could see it too. If we went back together, we might share the feelings of the edge of destruction melded within the new beginnings the silt will bring and we will wonder together if our aging process is not similar as our grandchildren grow around our legs and we hold each others’ hands slowly receding and facing the sunsets of our days.
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