the heart knows longing.
Dec 7, 2023
a rising mist shrouds the river that grows
from hidden springs, snow melt, downpours,
sources beyond its control,
banks shifting and turning
with time and season,
sometimes by plunder,
sometimes in drought.
the heart knows longing
like the river
whose selfness depends
on that which is beyond itself
and ever draws toward it
that which it can become.
memories tumble like rapids,
blast boulders from hillsides,
rest in eddies where tall grasses rise in summer,
memories freeze at the edges and crackle under the weight of thirst,
splash against hulls hoping to stay afloat,
conflate their own meanings in a surge toward swept horizons.
the heart knows longing
like the river
shrouded in the mist
of its own making.
