How to stop the rush of current pushing toward––? What is assumed to be an exit from which we can finally fall from this concrete pipe into fresh water, into sunshine, to stretch beneath the dappled light filtered through dripping trees. There is no entrance, only more volume to increase our velocity. How far until light, until water, until air? Our breath, too, is caught in the current so we hold it like our questions, like our limbs to keep from breaking.
Perhaps as humans, so much water in us, ironically has the thirst to join in, has the calling to flow along with the others, looking for so much as we struggle to get there, while we also yearn to break away. What stops this push? Our thoughts. Mona