Song of Clear River

My skin shed

Slaked on stone

Too many times to remember

But just enough to see

Between the scales judgement

That my true color lay in waiting

Through the narrow straits of process

Where water’s name echoed

Off canyon walls carved by my tears

For who knows how many

We keep

Forgetting

So I salty trail down the vine

Descend into the river clear

Cooling my nervous spine

Remembering

All this time we

Have been a fountain

Flowing

Out to the ocean

Hoping

You catch a wave

As we play

In this age

So to the moon

We sing

Est une, est une