.regrets.

regrets come free.

free as rain on my face

to wash through to take it all away; better that way.

into rivers below.

one time in tidal flood

water came down muddy & high took the cattle away

blocked the bridge; we ran to see still in our pyjamas.

the boy came running to say the debris from the upper village

was on the way

to stand back.

we did

&

saw the water behind us.

retreated high up along the wall.

we named it the great storm & never remember the year.

some things are better swept away.