ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
I COULD FALL OVER
Always losing patience with
myself I cross out and start over.
Always picking a dry rock
I follow the river foothold
by foothold. Always dipping
my hands into the cold
rush of water I bless away
my sadness and make light
gestures of lost handshakes.
Any way I lean I could
fall over. Emptiness paid
his call and left with you.
He represents a future
that eats itself. Always
looking for what I have left
in the cracks between stones,
the fall of fast water,
the separate noises of birds.