RIVER
sailed in a boat
up the river
could have been
the Congo, the Amazon
or the Nile
was singing songs
to myself, Beatles songs
since they might help
me feel sane
and safe
keep
my spirits up, stay
civilized
for as the serpent of rivers
coils and uncoils
no telling what these
waters hold in
store for me, or I for
these waters
the chatterinv shrieking of
all manner of bird
every sort of strange animal
a kind of language
a fable, a warning not
at all translatable until
suddenly clarity
perfect sense
and there
is no return to
that sweet ignorance
you are so so close to the source
and start to
sense things
are a
part of everything
poems 2 die for 