River night river you
A boat unwinds in loops of river mist.
A goose pulls free from the wet tug of river,
while the bank is yanked awake by city
lights and the dumb glare of thinkers.
A loner on a log scratches the skin of self,
ripping away at those plastic veneers.
Barking Canada geese annul the feeling of sanctuary
They might be complicit in your troubles.
Petering ripples, secret whooshes and silence.
River and night entrain you, you, you, you.
See how they complement your sad, intense
NOTHINGNESS.