Where do rivers end?
I have become suspicious of textbooks
and even they end if you thumb the pages past
the glossary, the index, and appendix.
I haven’t seen it.
The river’s, that is. And are
we to believe it’s the ocean
or another great body? It’s a mouth
with chaffed flesh walls,
insatiable and inevitable.
Where does water go after
it bends stones?
I need to see it for myself.
The piece of your heart that lives in mine is speaking
to the piece of mine that lives in yours.
I would live it all again.