‘Like a River’
With river’s flooding, new channels are forged
to funnel snowmelt from mountains to a mouth.
This season’s excess, carnivaled from core
to periphery in preservation squalls and shakes.
To the score of Koyaanisqatsi, from a bird’s eye
I see: motor cars siphoned through capillaries,
speeding, stopping, slippering, lights blinking.
From her house she hears the highway - ‘like a river’.
While Glass’s music notes, synced to celluloid
and etched in time, trill and jostle ad infinitum,
river recedes, re-joins its calm and casual course,
revealing resacas; appendices accenting stream script.
Still water waits here, gathering time and memory
until fresh blood arrives to reinvigorate experience.