Time to cross over
Here I stand at our bridge, our sanctuary, our playground.
Memories flow and emerge before they are drowned
Bumping into boulders then fading like ripples.
Hastily hurrying to our halfway spot
Shoes scuffing and hair swirling in the befuddled spinning wind
Pushing me towards this link in our paths
Ripples of excitement spread as we wait
For our chosen poohsticks to cross under,
Ripples, heartbeats of unbreakable love,
Hand in hand placing our padlock
Eternalness, the keystone of our bond.
Listening to the wind blow,
Pushing me from where our paths crossed an age ago...
Leaves piling as they fall,
Trees teetering, whispering wishes now wise and tall.
Here I stand staring straight down at the glassy stream,
Seized by sudden vertigo
Was that love, joy and hope all just a misty, foggy dream?
Why must time push us to grow?
First prize in the senior section, ASIBA poetry competition 2016
Read by Olivier Holmey
Images, Livre 1, L. 110: 1. Reflets dans l'eau (Reflections in the Water), Debussy
River Landscape with a Waterfall, Joachim Franz Beich
Courtesy National Gallery of Art, Washington