Speeding to Wimberly
Kicking up dust and dirt
They call this nowhere
They call us
Here
Your vision condenses
And comes into focus
Here
The windswept rock
Was formed
By a river
Before I knew the wor(l)d
A swallows dive, accented by my whisper
How foolish
Always the last to learn
Approaching me with stern judgement
Rushes the water
Passing Gideon
I can feel you,
Sliding into the river
Soft and suppl(iant)
Proof:
This took billions of years
Proof:
I recognize my wretchedness
Next to you
russ hamer (Ventura, CA, 1987)
