PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson

with her
material things
drift away
in waterfalls
the same way
reason fell
years before
with another
-
I present to her
my possessions
one by one
and every third one
we toss into the water
-
I am a new person
beside her
yet must careen
the rapids alone
-
my sins and stains
cascade over the falls
as we carefully repel
hand in hand
to the bottom
to see if anything at all
is worth salvaging
in the serenity below
-
only memories survive
but sometimes
they are better left
battered and bruised
in a dead pool
reaching for
outstretched hands
than given
mouth-to-mouth
revision