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