Drawn to the river
where the sunlight bends to bleed
as the hush on the water
finds a hold among the reeds.to 

Caught by the current
as if to slip from this climate,
as if we could lose what we’ve learnt,
as if all noise could fall to silent.

To wade into the water, 
to slip between the stream,
to break from beg and barter, 
to dive, to drift, to dream.

Drawn to the river
where the leaves lean in to whisper
to the salmon swimming silver
of the truth we failed to figure.

Caught by the current
as its trickle threads my toes,
we were good till we weren’t
and this the riverbed; it knows.

To wade into the water,
to slip beneath reflection, 
to swim from all man’s slaughter,
to be cleansed of all infection.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Audio version available on Soundcloud

https://soundcloud.com/damien-donnelly-2/to-slip-beneath-reflection