Confluence

(Evan's dream, Dolores' meditation, Etna's death)

In the passenger seat, I'm brought to this cliff,
front wheels off the edge.
The driver shuts off the engine.
No! Back away first!

Sight and sound of water falling
thousands of feet to sharp rocks below
safely —
water need fear no thing.

The trick is to find passage in time/space
within the cosmic pulse, the nanosecond shift
from this vehicle in the plane of consequences
to endless flow

8/5/03