(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Unseen Waters(For Scarlett)

That summer
that held him as a child

he watched in wonder
as the river ran

tumbling blindly
wildly over stones

in such a hurry to be
nothing but

the essence of

in which he dared
to plunge his hand

feel its riverness
pity his petty human-ness

flowing from a time
so long ago

(the mind could not

fleeing to a time
that only the Future could see


Now in this summer
that sees the child a man

he runs
along the river bed

its waters gone
its stones now

breathing air

imagining the water
that used to be.

He runs
as if he were

the water
of his childhood

through time

running now wildly
& blindly

towards some great

Future that he
cannot see

carried along
by unseen waters.

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Comments (1)

How sad, to lose our childhoods this way...and to be as lost, as 'carried along by unseen waters, ' as this. Wondering where we took the wrong turn, what mistake did we make, for what sin are we being punished? A sad poem....received with thanks!