In my mind I’m returning to the river.
It’s all right there, everything is clear.
The concise scripture, the revelation —
I will read that book with my whole body.
Still, I’m not really going anywhere at all.
Everyone and everything is going with me.
We’re traveling without moving, it’s the way
of this world, this liquid flowing mirage.
I plunge my face into the ice cold stream.
I seem to be wide awake there, but I’m here,
warm and dry. I’m dreaming by the quiet fire.
Rain today — every drop falls perfectly in place.
The river is a whole history of rain
pouring into this dream I’m drenched in now.
I’m shivering, but I’m happy, happy to be taken
by the river at last, happy to be swiftly swept away.