february 17, 2022 minneapolis, mn

a water.

i knew a water since before i first filled with light.

a water that showed me its depth as i got taller.

a creek feeds a river and is lost.

but then again, a river drinks nothing else.

i’ve heard that rivers move, but not as much as they used to.

sometimes my light dims and i know it, but i think it is getting brighter.

if we did away with the walls i think there would be chaos more often.

but maybe i would like that.