River Incident
A shell arched under my toes,
Stirred up by a whirl of silt
That rifted around my knees.
Whatever I owed to time slowed in my human form;
Sea water stood in my veins,
The elements I kept warm
Crumbled and flowed away,
And I knew I had been there before,
In that cold, granitic slime,
In the dark, in the rolling water.
