RIVER LIGHTS

I find something uniquely moving
in witnessing artificial lights
reflected toward me in a river
from the other shore

I recall them on that ridiculous
miles-long walk with Guy
to his home somewhere
on the outskirts of Berlin

too my fledgling experiences
of autonomy in the world
a green 18 year old in a city of strangers
sorting philosophies by the River Charles

And here on another new river
again alone but for the water spirits
humid smells reminiscent of childhood
and the intrusion of a waking kind of dreamtime