Amazing how a river can hold up
An entire town with its soft calling turns,
In those patient lapses between
The long miseries of drought
and the hasty electricity of flood.
Maps of hope and glee
All folded into once brightly colored boxes.
Now, the intricate creases of lives unwound,
Pressed by the tales of neighbors
On a winter night suddenly come early
And sharpened by rain
At the far side of a dead end court.
The long river, now purposed by rain,
Flows through my hands,
Fingers touching current,
Holding it like a breath.
The sound of water is everywhere.