Back to Sun
River pulls us down to the mouth
Jumping for snatches of sunlight
Hot on our backs, our silver joy
Out in the air where I sing this
If I may, mid-flip, pause and talk.
It's hot today. In the morning
You pulled me down to your mouth,
Forswearing your usual equanimity.
Afraid of the sea, I defer, referring
To our last walk, my breaking civility.
I distress myself, adjusting my tie;
We must work now, mourning no
Vainglorious urge to see. We wave
The receipt of our younger selves,
To refund our impossible happiness.
If you've any comments on this poem, Sam Brenton would be
pleased to hear from you.