' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Unseen Waters(For Scarlett)

That summer that held him as a child he watched in wonder as the river ran tumbling blindly wildly over stones in such a hurry to be nothing but the essence of itself in which he dared to plunge his hand feel its riverness pity his petty human-ness flowing from a time so long ago (the mind could not imagine) fleeing to a time that only the Future could see &. Now in this summer that sees the child a man he runs along the river bed its waters gone its stones now breathing air imagining the water that used to be. He runs as if he were the water of his childhood plunging through time running now wildly & blindly towards some great uknown Future that he cannot see carried along by unseen waters.