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Down here |
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Everybody says that The River People don't really belong there |
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I know What it's like to be a stranger and divide a town beside a frontier |
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People want your business and little more |
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I've watched shadows lengthen from a close door |
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Mountains wide |
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Nothing is clearer to The River People than what the others try and hide |
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You spoke |
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Pushed your chair back at the meeting |
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I could tell that you were petrified |
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You said the best people can suddenly oppose |
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The sight of goodwill and then it arose |
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Two people, four people crossed the floor |
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I saw children run |
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I wept amidst the uproar |
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Now around here |
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Your stranded face before moonlight |
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The colour of the sea |
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You came |
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Up to the house after swimming on sunset and the flattened sea |
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The sky had opened it had gone bust |
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And you and I watched The River People swim before us |
