Monday, December 14, 2009

by the Brisbane river


Sometimes we need no words,

only our thoughts;

and just the two of us, quiet by the river.


Older now, we sit on a bench and watch

our formless reflections in the water.

They remind us of the insignificance

of many past anxieties.


Fat and confident, the Cats hurry past.

We have no hurry.


The moon swings to earth an invisible rope

that will never break.

She tells us we will live to praise her



On the bank opposite,

lights from the crowded city buildings

will soon dance on the water.

They will remind us of technologies to come

we will never use.

We hold hands; the strength between,

our compensation.


(Prize-winner) Caroline Glen ©

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