the river

the river

There you stood, on the other bank

and the river between us.

We waded out into the mainstream

expecting to touch fingers

before the force and depth

separated us for ever.

Fingers we touched and more, clasped

four-legged against the current.

Then we were lifted and carried away

and we became the river.

Forgive us Lord we cannot now

clamber back, nor even drown.