From Mary Is a River


To be reborn of spirit, water,
to be changed in the constancy of change.

I thought of the water as that grass all around us,
rolling on in waves, over sand carved
by recessions of waves, over land
that remembers being underwater.

I walked that land with him,
one and mingling, breaking into
breath and sweat, passing on even as we were
passing through.

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