As/Is







1.13.2006


Watch the River

There is no place
to find home;

the river is freed,
let out
of its bones,

trees
remember groves,

clouds roll
away

in search
of ceiling.

My grandmother
rocks (steady as wind)
in a wooden chair

that creaks
and groans;

lumber
of a ship

that takes her
nowhere.

I am exactly
where...

(or should I say)
"I am"

and watch
the river

flow.