5.25 [on the eve of an 18th birthday]
The flow trudging over the falls
has turned brown muddy gold. Days
of heavy rain in remission have
ribbed up the bottom places.
My son will turn a corner in
the morning, and bottom places
have risen within me as well.
I didn’t know it would go this fast,
I cried, seeing my classmates
start retirements. It feels the same
as this last one moves out.
The hard flow suddenly ebbs, water
through the sluices shuts down to
a channelled, domesticated straight.
canal. Water over the dam indeed.