Do not try to write this poem

This poem will be

a blue river   that recedes from you

and rushes toward 

the ocean

that is everything.

Do not try to hold it

it is not yours to 

break or bend or bleed into.

This poem is a hand.

how can your words be a hand? only hands

and sometimes rivers

can be hands.

This poem will be a hand

that signals the beginning

of a world.

This poem will be the fall

it will be winter and then

it will melt.

do not try to write this poem.

Do not try to write this poem.

It is not yours to bend or break or 

bleed into.

It is a blue river

that will recede from you

and rush

into the ocean that is everything.