(for R)

In life’s casks

Does other’s sorrows
the river drain?
Sated roots
sadness fruits
dripping sands
eroded stones
from tears
washed through
once tender hands.
Take the sweetness
taste the juice
once beneath feet
gently squeezed.
Fill the feelings
in life’s casks
float to the ocean
where swim
life’s tasks.

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