River of Salt

River of stone.

River of light.

River of salt and blush wine.

Dig in the silt.

Dig in the mud.

Dig in alluvium, fine.

Do your worst dig

in the deepening rift.

In the end, it will all be coastline.

Sinking treads and

sense of dread, sand,

your machinery sticking to me.

River of stone.

River of light.

River of salt and blush wine.

Dig in the silt.

Dig in the mud.

Dig in alluvium, fine.

Leverage pull.

Too much. Too engulfed.

A surfeit of small sufferings

and a shore

always begging for more and more,

always right on time with the tide and tea.

River of stone.

River of light.

River of salt and blush wine.

Dig in the silt.

Dig in the mud.

Dig in alluvium, fine.