March 22, 2013

Betrothal


Silent footfalls
leave tracks
upon the heart.
Into the past,
I follow the steps
of my absent lover.
Far back in time
around another
bend in the river,
I never see
her unknown tribe
closing around us.
Closely watched,
I'm taken captive,
then devoured.
Distant drums
carry the news
of our betrothal,
heard long
before the hour
of our arrival.

3/19/13