March 1984

Riverview March

cold March

windy day

fast

run-off river

quietly laughing

by lace

on the edge

swirling

flowing away

under ice and star

leaves cutting the wind

rustles tossed

away

            beyond reach

soaring

towards the sun

beyond forever

a cry returns

followed by a duck

then two

Wow!

so many

swimming

living

playing

too cold for me

such fun it seems

beautiful

diving deep

up top

water slithers

from Jacob’s coats

blue

            (purple?)

the colour of kings

not a red carpet

for these

but one alive

it’s gone

the call came

I left

back to

cloistered life

iron laws

broken dreams

yet full of hope

maybe tomorrow

            yes

                        maybe

A bunch of us went to Riverview Park just

outside Peterborough. I went off by myself

to contemplate life, the gift of the previous

poem, and friendship. This was the result.