River Pair

Alan Harris

We spend a few sunlit minutes by the river

between wafting willows above

and the sea-bound twinkling current below,

watching two ducks quack and dive for food.

We have learned to be quiet,

letting the silent breeze of love

sway us together in spirit

like these oscillating cattails near the bank.

Younger, we captured each other swimming

in a marriageward current of living water,

not knowing quite who we were

nor where we were bound.

Older, we have danced a lively jig,

stubbed a toe, raised a child,

blindly hurt each other,

healed each other's wounds.

As we sit here and mirror the present

to each other in quaint communion,

gazing at two ducks gliding downstream,

there is nothing at all to say or do.

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