We Walked Across the Ohio River at Night

We walked across
the Ohio river
at night and
I was again a
ghost, haunting
memories as they
filled me up like
this river filling
its basin beneath
me. And when
he grabbed my
hand, I was a filmy
mist spread thin, under
foot and drifting on
air across this bridge
as the night sky
rolled out—a
scroll above us.


  1. says

    You have a gift. Your words wrapped around me today. Celebrating the joy of life and walking over new rivers today as well.

    Delighted to meet you today. Jumped over from Getting Down with Jesus. Hope you don’t mind if I splash around in your pond a bit to get to know you.


  2. says

    I love this. I love the title, I love the images, I love the haunted feeling it evokes. And I love that when you were a mist, about to drift away in those haunting memories? real, substantial, love, grabbed hold of you.

  3. says

    sweet laura, it’s so.okay. 🙂 i know what it is to be empty. i love coming here and reading your beautiful prose. (btw, you can always link up old posts if you like–just so you know :)) love to you–and have a restful night. praying you will be filled. (can you pray this for me, too?) e.

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