Step-stone strides to dry-bone the midstream
with a primate’s plan from upstream source to downriver destiny

Serving at my own pleasure,
flowing true, essential, urgent
and upright in the Light to countervail any counter-bore,
with a raven’s insight to spite eddying doubt

There’s room en route for a good few folk
living well, kindly and vividly-caulked
We sagacious waders meander rapidly
past bank-to-bank pedestrians,
and paddlers sodden and shallows-dragged

Until a marine moraine seasons our reach,
to foil the spectators silted in a temporal becalm
or parched, embanked and bleached to beach






These are exchanges in no kind
But a battering barter to order, the pyrrhic petition of a bitter green boast
Justice needs no parity of pain to justify a solo gain
As venality makes vain of a banal catastrophe
Never minding when it really mattered