Thumbing through old photographs
I think of the old woman by the river,
I wonder if her egg is still unbroken.
In a river context ,she is fixed in time
The river flowed unbroken at a point
A woman washed her clothes in river
And her boy pointed at a something
Beyond the hills and a shirtless girl
Stood blameless for finger pointing
A man through river boat, his hand
Stretches from context of river space.
All have river context to live in time.
I re-live a moment from river context
When I existed in broken river space
But everyone’s context is broke soon.