i watched across the water

on a bank lined with dying trees

rotten roots reaching

out beyond the

sinking silt

–

sun bleached dried and eagerly

seeking to sate

in desperation

a thirst unquenched

–

gnarled fingers poke like

porous bones

body tilts towards

tumbling tide

–

there’s an island in the center stream

receding more

and more

washed away

until one day

only once lush vegetation

will mark the path

–

and the islands

and the banks

and the rocks

and the silt

will keep receding

–

remain in motion

–

pushing past the present point

while others only observe

sitting stagant

seeing only where they are