There is Nothing Heavier Than a River

It’s the water that pins

us down.

Our flighty atoms,

our fizzy ideas,

our invisible words

held, grounded.

Without its weight

we’d be a spectacle

of glittering particles

grey   pink   brown  gold.

Miscellaneous human crumbs

whizzing through air.

A mess of light. An unending

soup of unformed life.

Love like dust,  

everywhere at once.

Sliding through fingers

and splintering

into minute mirrored shards

in an untethered world.

Is it here we go,

when water takes its leave,

seeping unseen

to the deepest place.

There is nothing heavier than a river.

There is nothing lighter than a life.