RIVERBED

The Sea of Tranquility

Riverbed

I see traces everywhere

Of the river running through the rock?

Of mycelia from primeval mushrooms?

A fossilized boomerang hits me in the head

As it comes back

From the future or from the past

I don’t know

I will never know

Now

The illegible writing

Of past life forms

Blocking my view

As a song from the distant hilltop

Brings back long lost

Knowledge of kinship

Capable of crossing abysses

Like these footprints

Of reverse astronauts

(Or are all traces false?)

Will I be to blame

For changes in the course

Of this river

When I fill my pockets

With its rocks?

Or the future of the ant-hive

That revealed itself

Under a particularly

Magnificent flint?

Is this how we need

To think of it?

Now? In the future?

I went to drown myself

In the dried out riverbed

I filled my pockets

With rocks

So I could sink real fast

But on my way down

I lost track

Of what was me and what

Was rocks

What was their story

And what was mine

Seeing the whole universe

Unfold in every little pebble

Every rock a space-

Ship from another world