hip-high
in this, my own
orinoco, it seems
slightly untrue to
describe what depth is;
how could you know any
size or understand ankle-deep
or fourteen hands or a shoulder-
width and a half drowned in
what is immeasurable sunshine?
behind the building between
two blazing rivers of steel rails
upon which if you sat we would
only see your two worrying dark
bottomless caiman eyes; yet
when I stand up this river is hip-
high and the fat swifts dive
around our heads rising
only to a pause alone momentarily once every while
like a still life; a picture of a
sunflower,
a swift & a damselfly