there is a bend along the river
where fish slow in shallow water
she hears them splash
in the shelter of sandstone
under the overhang hidden by trees
she slumps in shadowed sorrow
in this overhang a cool breeze blows
language sings on her skin
she lies within prayer and prospect
there is little movement
days pass without incident
she tunes to river flow
from Ruby MoonlightFind more by Ali Cobby Eckermann at the library
Copyright © 2012 Ali Cobby Eckermann
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.