Myriad Ways

Just off the highway

the wall of the corrugated mini-mart

held artifacts of the just before now,

perfectly preserved and operational,

A few miles later

driving through the park

 her childhood summer was 

lost in a tangle of bramble and trees 

 her younger feet had

trampled over unseen

now enshrouding a river

water cycled many times 

salt to rain to lazy drift 

years and rivers separated

growing into no empty space

to race to the edge

and plunge in,

whooping!