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
tomorrow.
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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