River

Sometimes I am

The rock in the river

Bending the water around

And about, pulling the

Air up from down

In the depths and

Sometimes I am

The water that finds a

Way, never-ending to

The sea, rushing then

Sitting in pools and

Slow lagoons, the

Ache of the mountain

Within and that

Love of the sea and

Sometimes I am

The whole river course

Nervous tendrils deep

Into mountain valleys

Spread wide across

Flat pasturelands

Everywhere all at once

A fully feeling, fully

Alive system even

Through the stagnant

Ox-bow lagoons and

The reversals of

Rapid rocked water.

Some I am

None of these, I am

Rock and I am desert

Cragged split boned

Mountain and sand

And dry desolate

Depletion.

I can be all, I

Can be none,

None wanted, none

Gained yet pursued

(Un)loving through

Time.