wide brown river

the sky over our world
is a heavy grey lake

its lode sheds
in gravity-powered torrents

the sky lake
now light enough
moves on

today
— — river
you are wide
and brown

being what your
becoming has
becomed you to be

— —  to gather

— —  to hold

— —  to channel

water

all that was in the sky
all that has fallen

— — on leaf
— — on rock
— — on soil

gravity pulls
ever downward

to gather
in your ancient
water-made folds

a combined power
loosening soil and debris

to be carried suspended
in the relentless hold

of water

energised
by downhill descent

— — churning
— — — — writhing

to reach this lowland

here
gravity’s force
pulls

each water molecule
towards the deep

your surface flattened
tensioned
deceptively hiding
your subterranean power

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© Greer Taylor | August 2020 — May 2023