#3 Kevin Brophy 'Coming to the River'

We come to love so slowly and secretively
It is as if we are creatures in a fable
Nosing out of the woods, unaware
That the river will take our breath away
When we plunge into it.
The old cows on the farm nearby
Know everything about the river
But tell us nothing.
The river shines in front of us
As we step out of the shadows.