I am a river widening
Flowing to the sea
No one sees me emptying
The opening in me
I’m pouring out fresh water
And swallowing the swell
That sells me salt for sand
And makes me feel unwell
My course it keeps on changing
Collapsing in on me
The grit that grinds me slowly
Is bent on bending me
This tide of time is pulling
My body night and day
A waxing ebb that’s losing
My banks which wane away
My river has been winding
Through land that still is cursed
This bright but mournful season
Of passage and of thirst
