REMEMBER THE RIVER?

 

must have been somewhere in Pennsylvania 

me and some girl I can’t remember 

wading through it

 

we were 11 or 12

 

I cut my shin on a rock and it bled

 

I didn’t care 

 

we just kept moving

 

the water rushing by

 

alive 

 

anonymous 

 

in harmony

 

I felt like someone from a summer reading book 

 

someone things happened to

 

far from my parents 

 

and the idea of them

 

free from culture

 

rules and reason 

 

it was the afternoon

 

we had eaten cheese sandwiches 

 

and were now part of the river

 

we were water people

 

we didn’t talk

 

just kept moving

 

I felt this holy infinite feeling

 

it felt like this was going to be my thing

 

wading through rivers

 

but I never did it again, did I

Rachel B. Glaser