river

he holds me as tight as I hold him
he will let go
I will let go

we've been through a bout of
bad mother crying child
I pushed
and anger held ground
for a while
then washed away
with tears

breath
      catches

breath
      catches

breath
      drops

he sleeps
head against my shoulder
weight heavy
dreams light

a giggle
touches his lips
a memory returned
from deep inside where it journeyed
through canyons, over mountains
this echo of smiles

his body pulses
with mine
emotion still flowing
a river
that captures all
then moves on

Sara Bednark
16 January 2002
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