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.