I am a cacophony of voices
a grey-purple river laps wildly at slanted smooth
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