Walking memories by the river
We dream for our children
resurrect the ugliest visions
a rock to dangle over sharp waters
drag a body from the river, hotly awaken.
Once a small girl strolls
along the Humber with her grandfather
she becomes tangled with death
a woman’s body against muddy galoshes
look away, he orders.
The child now a woman
her frame thickened by
the monotony of waking hours
watches, walking memories unfurl.
Imagines such a death, imagines such a life
dreams to clear pathways to grip
the miraculous strength.
Life dangles at the fingertips
a child reaches, trusts this touch
blood brilliantly roars into the next day.