Doing as rivers do,
Who would think a river
Could ever be tamed

Eddies, mists, torrents
Rocks and shoals
Rain and night

I am searching for my baby
I have lost a fetus
And I moan and weep for it on the edges
In the shoals

Stumbling to seek it
They find me there are rescuers they try to stop me
And walk beside
Me tying ropes to me
Helping me look

Then guiding me away when the search is lost
The baby hopeless to retrieve
As I weep
Again and again

Then some sunny day
The babies come back
Downriver
In tiny plastic watch cases
Sealed as I left them
And some of them are alive

The rescuers say, it’s okay see
They were fine, they were safe
The are recusitating them
You could have left them to
The river

But I couldn’t have left them
Easily when I did
I think they were the pieces
Of my soul

The river, that uncaring beast
Gave them back to me

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