sit on the ground as close
to the longest widest wildest river
you can find
sit as close as you dare
pick a rock in the river
something bigger than a grain
smaller than the mountain range--
any boulder will do--
rest your mind inside the rock
foreswear all desire to follow the water
up to its source in the belly of the mountain
down to its outpouring place by the sea
abide until you feel the thunder
of snow melt parting around you
until the slightest flick of the merest fingerling
quivers your flanks
sit like this for a millennia or two
after a while a crack will appear
the haste of stone the stillness of river
and swallow you
no one no where
adrift in earth rooted in stars
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