About the Water by Sally Evans

The water ran on
as though it had not damaged our pathways.
It churned, blind to broken bridges
towards its destination.
The water was not about knowing,
it was about passing through our lives,
leaving the hillside as fast as possible.
Our destiny, to retain our ground,
to stay put, to dip into the water
that had to be there, to keep it sacred.
We might have been the trees.
Our intentions
and those of the water
were incompatible.

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Sally Evans lives in Scotland and has Welsh connections. She has had several books of poems published including Poetic Adventures in Scotland (2014) and the Bees (2008).


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