remarking-julia

As this powerful current washes down
At the bend that is always wrong
In the miscurrent- I think of the river trip in Borneo

Of a talkative rose knowing everything and nothing
Of voyeurdom ills clicking through lenses
Of circling thoughts distancing,
saddening my craving of shared reality

And then naked, in the river, climbing vines
daring locals with comfort,
leaping over a reserved vail and
living with joy in that muddy moment

Sidebanked others sweating and ticking,
as I often am on the bus when I'm late,
and everyone becomes a hurdle to jump
In this miscurrent- I think of the river trip in Borneo