Cranford on a Park Bench; Columbia on a Rock
Light on water, slowly creeping
through the clouded August park.
We want to ask why time flies by,
you say it goes much faster sleeping.
Now the sun spreads through the creek,
our faces patched with windswept leaves,
shadows on the river rocks,
aging children, cheek to cheek.
Light on water, flowing fast,
runway lights, a sunny sky.
We turned to ask how time went by,
but now we knew our love would pass.
Here we are, both old and new,
like two spring flowers sprung afresh
from roots we thought our memories left
until this winter’s warming dew
gave us life… and hoping too.
© 1978, me (for CDP)