Lampedusa

   

 Lampedusa

And if I slip beneath

the water,

would the sun still 

paint the surface,

and would the tide still

carry us

out to Lampedusa?
And if my hand loses yours

beneath the waves,

would I ever find you again

on the shores 

of Lampedusa?
And will they feel this

in the Rhine,

in the Danube,

in the Seine,

in the Thames?

Sorrow in veins,

as lights come on

in homes reflected in

canals,

stars like fires

for the dead,

as fishermen make their way

back along lanes, their

backs against the cold,

far from Lampedusa. 
IOB 8.10.15

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About midasinreverse

I am a writer and teacher, living in Manchester, UK. I use this blog to share thoughts, poems, photos, etc. Life is incredibly short: we should share our experiences.
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