She slips in and out it seems.
At night, when rivers
turn inwards to their source
Her fluid mouth
opens within me.
I am born
like a droplet of water
in a torrent of light.
Somewhere deeper
than this worlds womb
I alter like a wave
that slips in and out
of itself to be more.
Awake or sleep
the whole length of my life
is a river
carving Her image.
