With a plaintive wail
his harmonica,
let loose
the river's story.
Like a wave, it swelled
and cried.
He stood centered
on a darkened stage
and sang
about loss
and consequence.
We rose with
the harmonica's scream
and we swayed
as we recognized ourselves in
the chords
We saw our childselves in his words
and remembered our river.
You held my hand
in the shared darkness,
and you held my hand
when we stumbled toward the light
and together we rose.
His harmonica wails now
and he again shares a stage with
Clarence and Stevie
as if , given enough time,
any rent can be mended.
But I know the truth.
Your hand is missing
from mine,
your tenacity lost to me
your sagacity silenced.
for too long,
I'll stand here
in shade,
without you.
Mary
Is a dream a lie that don't come true or is it something else?