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