float
Who is responsible for the remembering?
not our minds, gone in lucid serpentines
down the San Rafael: temporary, paradisial.
I seek a deeply rooted branch
a firm grasp on the slick banks
of today's lazy, shivering current.
I want to run aground, stand on solid ground
I want to stand bare-toed in emery clay
I want to learn the names of all the flowers.
2019.