Riparian
If we wash our legs with frozen water
Watch it rill down hairy flesh — oh the power
Of the body to refresh – lie down at night
Wake again among harebells and bees, lichen
Speckled boulders, mists of sweet white
Goatsbeard— if we cock our pollen hats
Like Leonardo da Vinci and sketch
Riffles come to nurse the thirsty
Rubble, we can lean back, sieve
Our tea among secretive
Rocks — soak away the meanness
Of a year’s duplicity — no one can reach
Us here—no human voice—
A river will gentle the cruelest noise
