The River Knows All
the water won’t stop flowing
doesn’t it know it’s going the wrong way?
without wavering, it’s taken all that I loved
I’ve tried so hard to stop it
it’s yet to work so I continue to push harder
but it has only tired my heart and suffocated my mind
perhaps I should let the water come back over me
as, in the end, the river has always provided for me
Summer 2026, Boston.