We are still on the third bank of that river
By Jacqueline Sampaio
Across the river
I saw the figure
Of the past, present, and future
waved to me
Old friends
Visit me all at once
Mental confusion
It would be love that makes the heart flutter
the cold sweat
The seasickness?
Or would it be why
Like old friends we are
In that sea of chaos before us
And the eminent desire to leave for the other side
We met each other
Again and again
To feel that camaraderie
from old friends
who got hurt a lot
And that, even so, they face each other
Separated by the river of time
Hello, my name is Jacqueline and I am from Brazil. I started to write poems in 2013 and since that time I did not stop with it. I like to write about feminism, mixed race, being an immigrant, love, friendship, etc. Sometimes I write about sad things, a hobby that nowadays is my therapy. As a person with an autoimmune disease, you can imagine that I write a lot about pain too. I hope that you like it!