2006
The river stops in
several stagnant places
where the whirl of flow
is generated to a halt.
Perhaps some child designed
lagoon or skimmed stone tower
provides a haven for the weary waters - the waste
the scum, the brine.
and here in patterns of
stirred coffee and whipped cream
I float, nonchalant, static
a limpid life force waiting for the splash
to join the stream
