entangled with the riverbank,
I lay as my eyes watch the
clear liquor flow.
my body aches movement, but --
the water creates a blockade
between my throat and free breath.
at night, the moonlight glimmers
upon every surface,
but it does not reach me --
beneath these waters, I dehydrate.
diluting my trembled words,
blocking the incandescent sunlight -
paling my yellow-tan heritage.
silence carries itself, poised and poisoned,
through my veins, into my capillaries,
into my cells --
like oxygen, guaranteeing my survival.
in legends, carved on stone:
water is liberated, it is
the core of earth’s manufactures.
it cannot be overthrown.
it cannot be obliterated.
but soon enough, the riverbank erodes,
tracing a unique shape in the land that
was once deemed permanent.
the sediment prompts ripples,
radiating to every border.
soon enough, the stones that once
held me down will dissipate --
and I will be set free.