POETRY: Harpers Ferry

we walked on the logs
at the edge of the mudflat
while your dog sniffed
the fishbones and the plastic bags
in the floodpuddles below
the spring sky twofold
reflected on the water
beneath the bridge
our four eyes fixed on one
river as it swallowed another
holding hands for the first time
secrets pressed between our palms
claiming out loud to only
be grasping each other
for balance