Kevin’s poem

This is a poem that K wrote me in 1993:

 

I am like a river

within my banks I flow

on my quest to the sea

my future; I don’t know

 

My wife is like spring run-off

gushing to find a home

trying to make it to my banks

before she’s all alone

 

We come together easily

I love her and we swell with pride

until the water overflows our banks

and we can no longer hide

 

Our currents are too much

for either of us to stand

so in the rage of our flood

I silently lose her hand

 

We crash and rip everything

that stands in our way

our emotions are like whirlpools

that form throughout the day

 

When nightfall comes and the

sun stops melting the cold and bitter snow

the flood waters do retreat

and within the riverbanks they go

 

Until the day that there is

no more snow to melt

the daily occurance of the

run-off is surely to be felt

 

But the river and the runoff

have slowly become one

and after everything returns to normal

and all the damage done;

 

It’s time for the river

to empty into the sea

and run-off and the river are one

as will you and me.