The River
Banish these thoughts
where babies
weep
and mothers cry
in the dark
where hunger isn’t
bought and sold on the stock markets from Ireland to Berlin
where the distance
of the river
is not
the oceans of your tears
but the fall of water
that blesses your thought
and not your feet
nice,
nice,
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "