Across

I want to cross
the river and not
be seen. To carry
an invisible candle
through gust after
gust of sadness,
relighting its each exhaustion
with an undaunted
flame. I want to step
in the places that are
untrod beneath the river's flow
and know again and
again that I cannot
know. That I just
cannot know.


by jerry gordon
7.24.2014