Driftwood on the tideline
Feathers scattered by the wind
Trees on the river after the storm
Rafts of debris covered in gulls.
Already you have drifted away
Into the bustle of the further bank
I catch your eye as empty as the sky
And our handclasp loosens
We let go
Drifting hearts.
Moon draws up
the ebbing tide
reveals the barebones
of the river bed
the sodden timbers
of some wooden sailboat
lonely as
my abandoned
dreams.

