I put my feet into the water
just to feel the cool, the swirling
calm ripples, my legs still itching from nettle
on the bank coming down. Sunlight marbles
through the trees over-reaching the stream
where water striders skate and bubbles
of fish appear near the surface mouthing
for flies and misquotes. Red clay glisters
on the opposite river bank. Debris still caught
in the bend of the river from the last downpour.
All this life, yet comes a time to walk into the river
and slip away as the river slips away.
“Mirabeau Bridge” from Alcools, Guillaume Apollinaire. English translation copyright 1995 Donald Revell. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/50041