Someday the river will find me; solid walls of water And I’ll gestate in white under layers of ice In the first of the year I was born Almond-colored and warm Under blue waves and what little good it’s done
So if I return my body to the running black Dark and cool and sudden Will it be me? Will I see me?
And at Holidays I remember they asked me how I was And at Holidays I will wonder ‘How much longer?’