on this river i was baptized in,
in the upstate mud flowing south,
i am brown as earth.
scorched with realization.
molded and shaped to be.
in this minute. in this second.
in this something with no name.
tears and strawberries seed a subtle wind;
become the juice
in this hand-hold of being.
this soul of me, this heart of me,
intertwines with all that is beautiful.
all that is ugly.
all that is blackwhitecoloredred
and the time before fruit.