At High Tide
The creek broadens sweeping shoreline into self.
It reads barnacles lined on reeves like Braille
incanting the solidness with a saline tongue.
High priestess, reader of scrolls
a blind mother searching for her litter of brilliancies.
The shore, the stone, the reed
toothy otter rooted riverside
she is all womb, throat, a metastasizing medicine
and the land cannot swallow but be swallowed.