Depth Sounder

by Larissa Reid

Once more, I am in the presence of river,
Conscious of slip-tread and pull
Into the realm of depth and ever-onward,
Moss drip and dipped flight,
Where time’s tone and texture slip away.
I am citrus needle and wind empty trees,
I am fern filigree and copper foam rapid,
I am fresh fungi pushing upward,
Breaking soil’s skin.
I am passing insect blur;
Wing-kisser, segmented body builder.
I am flow of once molten rock;
Liquid light queller, river cave dweller.
I am held, deep within.