' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Unseen Waters(For Scarlett) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

That summer
that held him as a child

he watched in wonder
as the river ran

tumbling blindly
wildly over stones

in such a hurry to be
nothing but

the essence of
itself

in which he dared
to plunge his hand

feel its riverness
pity his petty human-ness

flowing from a time
so long ago

(the mind could not
imagine)

fleeing to a time
that only the Future could see

&.

Now in this summer
that sees the child a man

he runs
along the river bed

its waters gone
its stones now

breathing air

imagining the water
that used to be.

He runs
as if he were

the water
of his childhood

plunging
through time

running now wildly
& blindly

towards some great
uknown

Future that he
cannot see

carried along
by unseen waters.