in praise of slow Reading
Tired of thinking
River got down to its benches and returned to indulging
the awareness of feeling: the fish, the stones, the humans, the birds, the wind,
brother river joining in.
The moon was rising bright and warm like a banana pancake soaked in thick honey.
River fell asleep smiling at her fantasy and her waters kept rolling
not caring much whether time and space are continuously dying and...
River was asleep or awake.