Drunken River

One mile down the drunken river I lost my mind in her midday yellow haze. Residues of the river-wind-kiss lingered saline on my face Wild sun on the wild river scathed my skin copper And I glided upstream in blurred eye sweat Losing and finding the river’s mangrove shore. My mind in delirious mess wondered What it was that wined the river, made her a swirling detachment, Bearing all with the endurance of a drunkard But embracing nothing like an all foregoing monk. I dreamed adrift one more mile and then another Till I was windswept and wined like the drunken river.