sitting in the middle

of this river 

the water 

  glides over my calves 

as i see my reflection 

make her way down stream

changing shapes 

    and

colors 

the refraction through

   tree limbs, leaves

    form and realities 

the water 

can tell the you 

the truth 

if you believe

in her

collecting rocks from 

the stream 

to tell stories 

 to my children 

when i make my 

             way back home