RIVER

Where did it begin -
this river sliding beneath
the bridge?
I thought of splattering
splintering rain
and torrenting rivukets
scouring scars
on distant tree-greened
slopes with mist
forming like smoke.
I thought of springs
gleaming secretly in
the deep grass,
out of nowhere.
And how it ends when
it is swallowed whole
in the gaping, waiting
maw of the insatiable,
infinite sea.

And is that all there is to say?
Is that all there is to know?
For all I thought
I knew,
I am but an hour old babe
in a world of which
I yet know nothing at all.
For all I thought I saw
all I see
is a strip of light
slipping out under
a bolted door.