No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river
and he's not the same man.Heraclitus
No one. No one can enter the same river twice. But- No.
And what if you come to the river and cannot find it? A snow-covered field, smudged clean across the landscape, rises as mountains in the familiar distance.
Is there any reason to dig your boot into the white? Scraping and scattering the powder into the wind, down to the milk-glass ice of someone's childhood.
you can circle back
to the splintered edge of reeds
you can slip under
the looking glass no one sees
the current rushing your ears
That's a fine piece.