Mistakes and Echoes of Mistakes

The rain cannot
separate now from the river.
Just as your dog
cannot separate itself
from night.
Her tumors have
finally stopped growing
and the thick necklace
is complete.
And no matter
how simple you
cannot comprehend
the ocean at night
with a sea of luminescent
jellyfish in it.
But maybe, I suppose
in the dark
one might
recognize the swallowing
the fading absence
or the moving fins that have not
even evolved enough to protect you.
You see where this is going.
There are other reasons why
we bury things that culture
and anthropologists have failed
to figure out.  It has more
to do with ourselves
digging things up than we think.
But now it is time to dig
ourselves through
the damp darkness once again
to listen to an inadvertent song
and drink in the cold air.
Already we
are beginning to feel safe.
We are beginning
to feel the language returning
to the pages of the book
whose words had only
left for a moment
had blurred where
we stopped seeing them.