The Return of the River

The river has returned.

We walk, as before, through places echoing
with forest sounds and names. We talk
of friends and little known events
that shaped my course.

Half embracing we evoke the harmony
of the tormented valley that leads to airy lands
where kindness minds the young.

(A red line marks the falling of the swan
that perished in the glory of your hair.)

 The river has returned to its first bend
and you linger
in these shards of music that remain.


--Roberto Sosa
translated by Jo Anne Engelbert