I immersed myself like a Christian getting baptized and I let the river take me.
Burning hills hazed the sun, heavy sky above me,
sharp firerocks beneath the rapids tore my skin
and let the bloodriver ooze and drip out of me,
a leaky faucet,
and I became a wild girl again
Wet footprints evaporated on the concrete,
as I wrung the river from my hair,
leaving behind the scent of rivermud and the green shoots
of sharp-bladed reeds.
Water beats rock.
It just takes a few million years
of relentless yielding.
River of grief that polishes the stones inside me erodes its banks and carries saplings, bloodied earth, and the bones of tiny birds to the salty horizon unseen downstream
where a different kind of
gravity heaves and shatters
everything, the solidity
of earth just another lie.