By Caroline Richards ’22<\/em><\/p>\n The Connecticut River<\/strong><\/p>\n the people set up shop along the river beds, by the ice coolers. they chuckle from deep and beside them the river keeps time. of their lives. when they were younger and felt changed, older somehow. so their plans are laid out in the reeds of time. the river awakens them, and stretches its slender neck about they sometimes wave they will see me on the other side, too, the land and the grass, smoothing our hair departing again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Connecticut River The Trinity Reporter asked creative writing student Caroline Richards \u201922 to pen a piece about the landmark river that flows through Hartford. Amid the frenzy of the COVID-19 pandemic, Richards\u2019s words provide a moment of reflection and calm. By Caroline Richards ’22 The Connecticut River the people set up shop along the river … <\/p>\n![\"Connecticut](\"https:\/\/commons.trincoll.edu\/reporter-fall2020\/files\/2020\/09\/Trinity-Riverfront-vert-30.jpg\")
\npassing smoke back and forth to the stirring
\nof the crickets in the tall grass<\/p>\n
\nbelow their chests and trade things
\nback and forth, this or that between them<\/p>\n
\nin plastic chairs they sit and smoke
\nand watch the river go by as rippled flashes<\/p>\n
\nthey ran lean and naked into the river
\nand after they perched on the bank<\/p>\n
\ntheir imparted words inhabit more space
\nbeside the river than in the grey city air,<\/p>\n
\nby the heavy pebbles they give to the blue
\nwater and watch disappear into the murk<\/p>\n
\nrubs its long fingers against the rushing
\nrocks on the algae-coated floor<\/p>\n
\nthe children resting on the sandy shoulder
\nof yesterday. further on<\/p>\n
\nto a passing barge or to the sailboats
\nchasing white skirts late into June.<\/p>\n
\nwatching them watch
\nthe river as it winds quietly between<\/p>\n
\nbefore offering our hands as though
\nwe are not strangers,<\/p>\n