like water, eventually

the pressure to bear the witness asleep
at the wheel all of us far
from the valley
who becomes the river

start somewhere I meant to
listen I meant to
hear you as you left
the land I meant to record
at least your sands running out

take this—we say of the body—
the opening notes of each of us in turn
going fast act fast you have to give it
all away

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places. View all posts by Stacey C. Johnson