^{Poet: Colm Roe}

Tarmac, velvet under his wheels,
crumbles to an end when road and nature meet.
Warm rubber protests,
flicks small stones against metal
as a reminder.

He’s heading for the river.

Boulders, adrift and orphaned
slow the water’s race,
whitened angry by the interruption.

Glacial blue where depth calms the surface,
but clouded by mountain memory.

Hypnotic

he must dive into that blue
knows its freezing current
can also hold him

suspended.