River Wild

joy and sadness tangled fate one came home extremely late my gleeful sons rods in hand deceitful river, fish they planned shifting forest running free twisting turns among the trees grinning water spies the meal two young boys come to heel laughing, spinning noonday sun they bait their hooks in hopes of fun jumping floating rock to rock follows the stream with no dock fluidic arm grasps the child muscled water river wild lost in waves shifting death small boy lost, weight and breath searching, yelling, hoping, praying darkling dusk a night in making silent moan, shifting white brought my son to my sight. along the banks among the trees lay my boy who coughed and wheezed in my arms my son returned the memory forever burned love, live in moments they say So often time just slips away my sons they grew thank god for two could have been one... or none