The Cimmerian waters churn,
While herring gulls chide me for wandering
Close to the river’s scabrous edge,
Her bare knees exposed after a season of drought,
And sirens remind me that the city lurks over my shoulder,
With its masses clustered in coffee shops,
On street corners, backs against the wind,
While I face the gusts that wring tears.
We walked here once with fingers interlocked,
A conciliatory gesture for a departing love,
A foam wake dissipating in the Doppler drone
Of a lone vessel striding upstream.
You can change the feel of the past by taking a different view of the future. We have more of a choice than we realize. Live deeply and well in the present moment.
© M. G. Iannucci 2016
Photo: Aerial view of the Connecticut River