This Plain Rolled Over Me, Curving (1992)

This plain rolled over me, curving
sod through all my fears
and a river river river sullen
and dishonoured flowed, cleansing
and replenishing in spite of
all of it's maladies.

I danced upon the sod that night
and pointed at the river as I would
point to an old friend that I
saw from a distance, it was a
jab that touched the river river
the sod and the sky
for that night I knew them all intimately.
That night, all alone, I danced and
jabbed and threw my head back
in a silent roar and ran in
ever widening circles, a human ripple
getting ever farther from the rock
that had sunk deeper, deep into the river,
river river river