Letter to Hepworth from Leavenworth

Dear Robert: Still waiting for water that forgives-
a movement so slow I would suddenly make sense to myself.
What I need is the river I swam in as a boy
in Leavenworth, Kansas, but it's hard-
I have never been here before.
You'd think we would never go back to what hurts us.
Still, I arrive with what I love, and I leave with what I love.
I walk among the trees, singing. I sing into the woods,
and my own voice returns to me a shaking animal.

by Rob Brown