river
Let us start in the slow rivers inside our bones,
And work outward.
Spinning foundations from the sensual.
Architecture from imagery.
Of dreams and memory: an eventual edifice.
Imagining time, to give us a line to follow.
Pretending our personalities.
And forgetting, as fast as we can,
The Water before the Word.
“river” by John W. Randal (hear it read by “Vicki”: river (mp3 version) copy.mp3)