Rain, rolling up eastward from Bristol, hurried
After the train. Travelling towards you…
Alan Ross ~ A Following Rain
I see an offshore rowboat
oars shipped, and seem to hear
a lap-tongued invitation
a whisper from the waters, to spirit away
to your side. And always I recall
our stolen escapade that day
over the Serpentine, beneath the bridge
passers-by imbibing our laughter.
One October you sailed, solo
a hurried crossing. No warning,
no time to map the nebulous way
towards the blue light. Gone from
my sight. I pray you did not linger
upon the Lethe, lulled into oblivion.
Nor felt the purgatorial pull of all
the left-behinds - but played them
as a cine film of someone else's making.
But please do not forget to anchor there
and haul me safely up that farther shore.
[*Credence Clearwater Revival – Have you ever seen the rain ~ 1970]
After a record-breaking warm dry May, it’s refreshing to join Sarah’s Poetics prompt: Rain
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