Where the Waters Meet

Let the river
flow
into you.

Coffee and dusk,
an indefinite
morning

hammers
the distance
of Human labor,

and the exhaustion
of an engine
coughs
into the gray-
blue sky.

Enveloping
is the scent
of the sea,
saline,
eternal,

and a white
curtain,
like a veil,
to safeguard
my solitude.

The river beyond,
oblivious,
dances eternally,
its song
into the harbor.