Leaving My Place on the River (Todd Turner)

Verity La Heightened Talk

Boy in window - croppedStanding at the window,
looking out onto the river for the last time,
I turn my thoughts to a field where I stood as a child.
The wind is blowing.
And under a row of cypresses
there is a grave at the edge of the field.
It bears the marking of a small cross
and a name that I cannot read –
I hear the slow gears of pulleys
unchain in me.