Serpentine River - Spring

Marbled veins of incandescent moon green

Breaking up granite with wandering power.

– In the spring

Rejuvenating, like a cold slap from a beautiful woman –

In the false confidence of spring I hear my name called repeatedly

In among the tumbling mountains

And the hum of the budding sun encouraging me from behind,

Thus I’m carried to sway her bank

But find my name in a drowning stick.

If I sang so my throat exploded

It wouldn't pause her gasp of

The thick air of new life. 

So I steal a splash from a passing ripple;

Plenty enough to give me song. 

The Time of Open Doors

As she walks the spit along the river’s mouth

She forgets if she is dreaming-

Or forgets that she’s awake.

In a hemispheric world

They call it schizophrenia.

But in the time of open doors

She became a doctor.