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