August 22nd


This is a day to sit in the river,

a warm, late summer day,

the light hanging in trees,

a light of distance magnifying detail.

This is a day when the river is clear and shallow,

no ooze,

stones and grit a solid bed.

This is a day for newts to nose thighs,

to lie back,

streamer hair like fronds.

This is a day to bathe in memory

swim in childhood,

for swallows to gather,

for loosestrife to uncurl.

Jeremy Duffield