With thumb and little finger,
gripping the earth,
all things hold to living.
Below this life, the river's skin
was mottled like a grapefruit's.
Solid, then liquified
still and in motion.
Bumping into other lives,
rush off in their going.
And the green and silver relentless body
slyly taking the easy way across the land.
How can anyone capture this surrendering?
Swimming up stream, even the sun struggles to stay in one spot.