were swept downstream in a flood that began with small buds of water blossoming into wreaths of rain that thrust us into a movie that went faster as we approached the end and you could scarcely keep up or enjoy the scenery passing the sand bar it all seemed so arranged driftwood skeletons draped with souls like shredded sheets and mewing gulls of memory poked a sagging sky then the sea opened its mouth O peace that passeth understanding the part of us that is made of water will be taken up into clouds.
