Flowing like a river

Am I called to be a river?

I am slotted to be woman.

Swished white by rock

Holder of lost things in her depths

Lost thing swallowed by living things

Growing within

Ripped wriggling from her

Feeding men

Placid

Fierce

Empty revealing her ribs

Don't drink there

   Alligators

Catfish big as Volkswagons

Legends abound

The truth is too incredible

Unreliable

Relief for hot feet

Frozen over

Kill a man in two minutes

Flat

He won’t know till they find him and tell him

Slow and shallow

Smelling of earth and wet

You think she exists for you

She will be there when you’ve gone

Latitude and longitude fixed

She is never still

Strengthened by storm

You couldn’t reach the bottom if you tried

The soil alongside is richer

The life around her drinks

And fears her

Singing songs

Crying dirges

Giggling gambol

Man dams her up

unsatisfied with her performance

Seeking something that the dam destroys

Her depths dig deeper

building strength to surge

He never saw it coming

Forgive him

He never knew

The treasures would only be buried

some Treasures can’t be banked

Free

silly

trickling

babbling

 unregarded by those who hear her often

invisible currents

drive her to madness

seeking the sea

home only when she's  gone

knowing Narcissus did not seek himself