For so long I have dearly mourned
that which I never knew I lost.
Things I merely loved but had not known:
honeysuckle, dirt & dawn
& the River too, how it stank
& mud lived between my toes,
delicate & clingy,
the air above muggy in summertime,
a thousand starlings floating across my eyes
filled with blue, white clouds swimming in them,
in me & in the eyes of the River,
this river I forgot,
this water that saved me. This river I have found again.
Across this river, I was born,
delicate & clingy.
Across this river, I will die.