All winter the river was one creature.

It shrank and expanded, but maintained

its borders. I saw to the bottom. Firm sinew.

Clear curve. I swam in it long as I could bear.

Now it is many things: muddy-shored, grass

fuzzing edges, trees that overreach

and vibrate with reflection. Insects came,

pocked the surface with legs and wings.

Then clumps of grass, detached weeds,

fur of blossoms pollen the bottom

too became confused lifting off in slicks

of mud brown trout and me

temperate following a mirrored

vapour trail an inverted bankline

green and yellow bands bobbing

beyond reach we are bodies I think and unthink