River Rising
RIVER RISING
you creep up to my feet
after days and days
of rain (not forty days,
forty nights), but biblical
nonetheless.
you beckon me to perform
a virginia woolf, to slide
a stone into my pocket
and dip myself
into your healing
rush of silt and mud.
it is a possibility,
it is inviting,
but there are no stones
on the shore.
you have washed
them all away.
you have taken
even the possibility
of taking a swim
away from me.
(you cannot (will not) be forgiven).
i have thought about it.
thought about accepting
your invitation, but
you have promised me
nothing in return.
not even the possibility
of spitting me out
whole, bruised,
horribly damaged.
perhaps, you should have offered
me the chance to rise up, like you,
like lazarus. horribly damaged,
yes, but a second chance,
nonetheless.
Copyrighted
March 13, 2011
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