I am a cacophony of  voices

crying out.


a grey-purple river laps wildly at slanted smooth

wooden steps.


mosquitoes snap and crickets



the water is high and cold but not

cold enough to numb.


I hide in the warmth of long sleeves and hood

fleece worn smooth into safety.


arms wrap around myself I am

smaller than I used to be.


dark claims its prize from the day

snide at its inevitable victory

won from a sky on fire.


splash, rush, wither


I miss you I miss you I

miss you.