River Glow

The river holds within it a bygone starlight, as if all that was will be its movement into tomorrow. By that ancient glow long drowned ghosts dream. I also imagine those dreams travelling inside my own alien rivering. The river is a dreamscape. I saw its mesmeric trance once, saw it beneath the shadow of Kentucky where the ripple of a swimming moon fetched up on chalky reeds. There beneath a night-shine its movement seeped deep into the tendinous silt of my living. I saw my coming and going in nights tumbling flood. Ohio river: you sky smeared freshet of soft filtering meadows; on your muddy gleams let me pass on by - star riddled.