What we have lost cannot be found
By reading in a book
The stopped songs will not ring out
Nor the lost thoughts, not fallen flowers
That the dry wind took.
Stick in the current twists and bobs
Riding the river down
Until it snags and shallows drag
And the trip is done
Though the side currents swing around.
That short escape can’t happen twice
As fast the water travels
But it will rain and the river strain
Till all its banks unravel
But here the songs and here the ripples
Are almost in our sight
So we will climb and we will dive
Into the dark and light.
Copyright Simon Banks 2012