Below the delta

 below the delta

Interminable, intermingled

In the sadness of a thousand water webs

Caught again

The fly is hungry for the gold

Of flow and ebb

That gold thread just beyond its reach

And in the silt, of muddied eyes

It sees the thousand skies

And sands of a thousand islands

All being built beneath the delta

In the mangroves

Below the delta

Where the river leaves its pith

And anger

On its stolen safari through

The land, roving near and far

In its meander

Leaving but a scar

And a smile

On its river mouth

Below the delta

And I am there in my dreams

Washed up between you

And the shore

Washed up between you

And the sea

Knowing not which way to turn

Will the river want more

Want more from me

Or will it set me free

Below the delta