Words are the longest distance you can travel
so complex and hazardous you
lose your direction.
Time is no way either. A river mouth it opens
to a mixing of waters, a tidal
diffusion, never
a consummation.
In our bodies we are fallen in a thorn thicket.
Out is a tearing apart, a letting of juices.
Inside is through a pathway, a tremulous compensation --
the possibility of touching.
From "Life By Drowning" - Jeni Couzyn
