River Wounds

“The river is immense, and it has the capacity to receive, embrace, and transform.”
– Thich Nhat Hanh

I dip my toes on sleeping water,
thinking of finding your face
among the gentle ripples,

but the murky floor bloomed
slender, skeletal fingers
& a face, now disfigured.

Both father & daughter’s eyes sift
the procession of plastics, hoping
to find a missing mother,

but the river has only
carried lost memories & a lost
name carved on a nipa’s fruit.

The boy offers his body
with a dull splash, he prefers
payment in fish somewhere below,

but the river has become immense
in deep solitude. She could only embrace
him with her heavy arms.


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