The River

There is a land
where you can believe in everything - a land of ghosts.
It borders the bright light and cosmic noise
of the city, and the towering metals links
of the petroleum.

In its cusp, a small river - that goves freely
to everyone who comes to it. It flows for thirst,
and cools the rough burns of wounded barks.
It welcomes the rhythm of women who fall
to their knees, and drench themselves in the
ripples of unfolded memories that submerge into
the deep. Sometimes, they find their unclaimed memories in this river.