Woman, come by the river to pray.
Pull Damp rag
from your teething jaw/raw
Feel the water
it is purer after you pray.
Hand to knee
feel the rip of earth
clot/clod at the roots
of weeds and push/pull.
The river will erode/corrode
the limitations of its banks
and return to the sea.
The illusion/stability of land will cease
built upon chalk/drawn
against dark cavern face
illuminated only by lamplight/moonnight.
The River cuts down the façade of rock
to view its self-portrait
The Rock as a lover
breaks the confines of its frame to accommodate
harmony with the breeze.
Women, come by the river to pray.
See the true reflection of sisters in the time/sand
loosen the noose tension/lead weight beneath your chin