I remember being a child.
Being alone down by the river.
Just me and the tide, rising and falling…
The hunger for something more and others.
The quiet was all a bit too much.
So I left the river.
Life has happened since then.
Just me and the others, rising and falling.
Away from the river.
I have this memory of a life now.
The others are gone.
The river remains.
I am getting used to the quiet.