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.