Each day I go down to drown myself in a river.
Oh, the ethereal wind that stops me.
The contiguous sky, the contiguous sky
and the burned smell of sage brush and damp elm trees.
Not any of this be your body.
Not any of this bring back your life.
But to become your body again,
a consistency to be human.
I forget and return to the river again tomorrow
when the gray dawn breaks
and the lasting scents of winter drive me
from my pain
for a mirrored sense of ritual.
The river says,
“Go and be mortal. Have the heart of the
deer and rabbit. Collect today, learn what
cognizance is. Learn to love. Look and breathe
and sleep. Your memories will be like the moon
floating high in the daylight. Some moments will
be special and some will be out of place.
We will save the Earth. This Earth, it should be