Four confluences, Wednesday
I.
Where pale streams meet, we named
the eddies after questions nobody
finished asking.
II.
Two hours pooled in indigo.
We forgot to surface.
The light changed without us.
III.
Ochre water, warm cups.
You talked about something
that doesn't translate to dry land.
IV.
The delta broke into channelsβ
everyone a mouth,
everyone an estuary,
everyone carrying the same river
somewhere new.
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A tennis ball floats past.
A cat on the far bank
watches it go.
The equinox holds its breath
at exactly 6:37.