Perched above the river
on the overlook
of our farewell encounter
an underwater
brightness flows, distorting
the womanly curve
of hills, our faces
Climbing down
in front of the falls
we wade out
into cool water
and it wavers,
our agonized gestures
cutting away
then appearing,
disappearing,
in this medium that absorbs
every wake, closing over
our passage
We have wept the
last tears and
you have kissed me
goodbye; our once-love
and this rarified air
settling down, down
down, sealing
the sleep
of stones
--Jo VonBargen 2014