Rivers

In those dreams
I’d see you
In half-shadows

You’d be
On your long boat
Floating south
On the river
Near our house

Past bait shacks
Church steeples
Junk yards
And boat piers

You never
Spoke a word
In these dreams,

I can’t recall
Ever seeing
Your face

You always
Seemed to be
Hunched down
At the prow—
A lantern
In your hand

The light reflecting
On the river’s
Swirling surface

It was like
You were
Trying to show me
Where the waters
Rush to the sea.

Tom Darin Liskey spent nearly a decade working as a journalist in Venezuela, Argentina, and Brazil. Tom is a graduate of the University of Southern Mississippi. His writing has appeared in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Driftwood Press, and Biostories, among others. His photographs have been published in Hobo Camp Review, Museum of Americana, Blue Hour Magazine, Synesthesia Literary Journal and Midwestern Gothic.