She speaks of rivers—
Mississippi, Ouse, Styx,
Hudson, Cuyahoga,
Lethe—to remember
what it means
to be. Real or mythic,
head or mouth, east
or west bank, locked
or free falling—visions
collect at the bottom. A bed
of dreams she prayers
won’t become nightmares
to expose her ambivalence
about hands folded, knees
as pressure points, what can be gained
by this position over
another stance. Or to walk
along truth flows south.