Winter: Under the Mayo Bridge

Take me down by the river,
Where the waves
wave hello and go,
where sharp stones
stab my toes
and once
scraped
the basins
of now-forgotten
batteaux;
and stones that scrub
my skin away
from dead
sin.

Take me down by the river
Where blue herons
crack their reflection
when their wings graze
against an endless
pacing,
current.
Stuttering ripples
crashing into
my ankles,
as I watch
the grey sky
now speckled
with blue.

Take me down by the river.
Take me down by the river.
Take me down.