Winter

Winter

Up north,
as in
far from the sea,
this current freezes for me—
and I walk on water.

Downstream,
and then off to the right,
the stream freezes
in the darkened night—
and I walk on water.

Not much further south,
there’s a frozen creek,
and it doesn’t matter
if I’m strong or weak—
I can walk on water.

Fish swim
under layers of ice,
but they can’t jump
or they pay the price—
and I walk on water.

Down south,
where the water runs,
and the old men
are all holding guns—

I can’t walk on water.





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This poem is from "Bottle in the River" 
                     about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle
                     tossed by the fingertips of "that I am."
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Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"