Dip your hand into the river
forever change its course.
The rain that would not come
is falling now.
The world is different.
People float
always at the edge of the crowd,
the shifting crowd
with its mutable edge,
its protean center of gravity.
You can ride its current
like a dolphin
like a shark
like Calypso
like a whale,
crest its bank
like a flood
like a tide
like a wave
like a tsunami.
Listen to the current
the ferocious grind of water on water.