the levels of the water
that discount one another
through the movement of the tides
the shape of the same water
drawn from the size of the light
washed up on a beachless moon
the self-same water weighted
with a saline interlude
then dismissed by the cycle
yet not the fresh imbibement
that waters, lifts the flower
that grows, repeats the flower
are some of those entrenched streams
feeding one river, frozen
unto itself, over all
February 2020