Published by

Maria Mocha

How does the river cry?
It momentarily swells onto plains
Overtaking humans’ domained way

Will my river curse me
if I mistake her majesty
with envying her clarity?

I rivet being developed in
the folds of the universe
compact with liquid life.

My beautiful river, I forsake you
i’ll always remember that
I am made from your image.

–Maria Mocha