Low Tide At The Mowbray River Mouth. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

The night comes leaping black
Against the vanishing light of day
The tide comes making, running, rushing
Deep into muddy arms
And all of the rivers bare boned timber skeletons
Drown yet once again
And the river pours out its soul
Through its hungry mouth
Saying..here are all my secrets..take some
Deep in the mud you can be brave
When the water is running
Think again though when the tide is coming
When the nearing night kisses your face
And darkness steals your smile
When the water flows rising and
Half a moon leaps off the sea
Now all of the eyes of the river
Switch themselves on
Red ones, green ones, backlit ones
Cunning ones, hungry ones
Scared ones, cold ones, single ones
And dead ones
I love this rise and I love the river song
I am so struck by the evil love
And the lovely evil here
The hunters, the hunted and their remains
Because right here in this place
You can be so passionately dispassionate
Your head will spin in the humid darkness
The only light you need comes from the
Ratty little moon
Slyly hanging over the mangroves
Singing to the night wind
This night wind teases my face
Back into a smile
And I am so thrilled that no one knows I am here
And smiling...