Friday, May 20, 2005

An explanation

Imagine me the sea, and you a river
Our relationship the place we come together,
Estuarine, dynamic, often brackish
Ask the moon to govern where you begin and I end
But in the fertile silt you drop at my mouth
I spawn new life, adapted to this margin
Of unpredictability,
I nurse the abundance growing in the dilute brine of our intersection
Flood and withdraw, a tide of changes
While you keep flowing steady by the fingers of grasping land,
And dissipate into the horizon

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