i’ve seen this river once before,
i’ve seen this lake,
i’ve seen this shore:
the liffy in the morning sun,
st. lawrence once the day’s begun,
and traveling the world wide,
i found myself along the seine,
remembering the galway bay,
pacific where i used to play,
the train along the hudson ran,
atlantic where my dreams began,
but quiet rivers running deep,
erasing now my memories,
the water sweeping out to sea,
and taking everything –

but me

strasbourg, france
2018