Reincarnation

was it a dream or did we climb with giddy anticipation to the widows walk of the ancient house and look out upon the Missouri River silently rolling by? Ghosts of steamers drift under the fog on the river top music drifting in the windows horses clopping on cobblestones down to the waters edge Years ago I snuck under the fence around this runined home drawn in by invisible hands stepping carefully I skirted holes in the floor and walked through rooms once grand where a woman waited for her husband who sailed the mighty river. twenty years after restoration its a fine restaurant serving great American food of the region and a few words of our story to the owner and we're up the stairs holding hands your eyes shining you know what this means to me to stand where she stood woman of my reincarnation