Deep waters cause us to wade
through the sediment of time
sifting through it, seeking baubles
of meaning left awash in the onslaught
of a river's rage. These waters will
not ebb with stern words nor will
turning your head keep them from
rising. It is a certainty this liquid reprimand.
Sandbags will not hold up to
its persistent swell for long, the river's
depth a testimony to our ability to deny
just how wet our feet really are.