By the canal was pleasant as the day cooled
humidity had been high.
But alone on the river bank it was chilly
yet absorbed watching swans.
Nearby under a bridge a boat slowly passed
scattered birds and shadows cast!
Sitting and relaxing on the grassy river bank
though alone was refreshing.
When he became aware of a splashing sound
yet nothing visibly in sight.
Except ripples on the flowing murky water
my perceptions began to alter!
Drawn to the focal point the water erupted
into an explosive rising.
As a young man appeared gasping for air
desperately needing help!
Before vanishing below a river fast flowing
now nothing was showing!
Then a couple came happily strolling by
telling them to summon help!
Before jumping in trying to save this man
who was drowning feet away.
Cold and dark now tired he searched blind
yet a body he couldn’t find!
Now weak unable to get out the police arrived
dragging him onto dry land.
Divers took over he struggled just for warmth
what would be recovered.
Hours later nothing had been found in the river
he now began to shiver.
Their conclusion there was nobody drowning
but an enquiry would be started.
Was it a mistake in what he’d witnessed that day
there had been a man in distress!
So real no doubt in every detail not a creation
this was not imagination!
A historical fact a man had drowned there forty years before!
Was this what he’d seen play over again?
The Foureyed Poet.