Jesus walked on water
but you and I went alongside
rivers usually, trekking
backwards, back to the source
as if some Holy Grail
or was it just to witness
a mighty birth?
We roamed at ease
riparian paths
the straights, the canalised
without recourse to maps
or hurried, driven by curiosity
the just-round-the-bends
Black Poplars overhanging
osiers turning red
in Autumn,
I recall all the crossings
where the path swapped banks;
locks besides turbulent waters
and bridges, metal, brick lined
ancient ones, mirrored into spheres
wide enough for donkeys, drovers
stone walled, to sit and consider
nothing much at all.
At the fords, we bathed our feet
dusty, muddied or hot.
This was our element then
One Pisces, one Leo, just content.
Its Open Link Night @ dVerse where anything goes though I’ve touched on Bjorn’s mini prompt Solvitur ambulando (it is solved by walking). The solution here if there is one, was to cement the couple even closer
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