under the canal,
over the trees,
chasing chain links,
drinking the breeze,
river's sound comes from cars and the wires,
the nature the same,
always rushing, always flowing,
endless coursing,
all in a rush to relieve the pressure of being contained,
captivated by the passage on the way to release,
birth and waking,
bleeding,
crying,
screaming and streaming,
into the old mother,
old lover and death,
her embrace and chase,
lapping at heels,
pulling us home,
into and under and drinking the sea.