They two rafted down the lonely river
that whispered and licked at the edges of every thought.
They two drifted with the widening, muddying, lazying current.
They two snuck beneath a full moon behind dark woolen clouds.
In their straining ears, the waters crinkled, the logs moaned and squeaked, the wind scurried.
I cannot tell you how long they floated through the dark and sleeping world.
in the morning light, when the sirens resound and grown-up moralities fail,
a child and an old man hide together in the green bending reeds where hid Moses long ago.
in the brightest widest, most wondrous daylight, while adults confuse right with wrong,
a child and an old man wait in fear and trembling
within a little wood
dappled with cheery springtime light
and rattled by rivertrees shaking
in the mellow springtime breeze
the great God has to forgive so much
copyright AM Watson