O Goddess of the River, I had built a boat of personality
and thought it was my everything.
Yet in my heart of hearts I knew it really wasn't but I
didn't know exactly what was what.
And so I built an unknown hell from dark disheartening
conceptual deep nothings and my boat turned out to be the only thing between
those hellish depths and me.
O every minute I was struggling to defend its frail
integrity!
But you kept floating me your notes and I kept reading them
in wonderment.
Until one day I finally declared my love for you and lifted
up a floorboard and saw instead of death and blazes—yes! a river underneath. And river
talked to river and I knew I was the river and the boat was just another
concept built from flotsam and from jetsam floating madly on these living waters.
Here the river glints and shimmers, Goddess of the River, and I know
there is no great divide of black and blue between this tidal being and that unknown sea of you.
