Picture by Mary
Door County, Wisconsin, on Shore of Green Bay
In the distance a white boat meanders between the summer islands. One can see the gentle rise of river currents and flight of white gulls under the sun. But we know something else is buried beneath the river's tranquil sand. It is heavy of secrets from files of lost and missing individuals. They all point to the river's passage, whether by accident or by design. We patiently comb the river's depths for clues from traces of hair to ropes around the blocks, all summer long.
Months passed, and now we must leave town with our winter boots. Only the red chairs are left, a reminder of what could have been. We vow to come again when its springtime to renew our mission. The silence is deafening but we hear the echoes of the dead souls. Lost in the river's darkness.
no snow dust
nor icy wind on my cheeks-
my wounds are deep & red
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - 4, Hosted by Mary ~ Based on Searching for traces of the Missing in Winnepeg's Red River