River Songs #3

Tide-wrack...

I spent close to 3 years walking the river - not every day, just as life allowed

While our 'leaders' braced themselves behind the lecturn, adorned with natty slogans

I walked

The boom and spill and white noise of the Sprint

Helped wash the grief through me and out to sea

I floated downstream

Explored the estuary

Traced the tide-wrack for treasure

I stared at the river, the wounded healer

And let the dumb sadness go

Thanks for reading River Songs

Take Care

Dom