it's space

down amassed stages of the stream ,

it all passes & yet we feel our hands

   >> that used to hold and no longer do ,

as the sand slips through our fingers.


i am still the rock unturned,

the rock turned, and smoothing

i am still the white foam of your force

i am still the branch fallen and floating


i am the stream


i am down,


i am the ...

streaming space.



holds it

is what carries it,

the moving,

is every rock turned

and unturned,

is not the rock ...

                           holds it.

Copyright 2019 ⓒ / Forrest Gallagher