To this water

I say ‘sweet dreams my brother’ as I go.

But you are not sleeping.

You are in my memory where it rubs against my heart.

And that is not enough.

And if you are, somewhere, it is a realm I have yet to find.

So I come here, to this water.

Where others, like you, like me, inclined to quiet places, stop.

March 21, 2014