Between the rivers

(Remembering Cooper Library)

by T.P. Wilkinson / August 27th, 2017

Some rivers
wind through sand
some through stone
where stacks of books
slowly bear
the casual
fingering,
when students look
from valleys
still
to shelves high
from worn carpets
clutching papers
frayed.
Some rivers
are in the mind
they flow
from youth
to nights alone
where wind
wears down
the casual
lingering
in lines
that wait
for morning’s
light.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, August 27th, 2017 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.