Portent

Mirage

Here there is the violent image of birth. And there is a silent picture of objects in a simple room. In between, perhaps, there is a mirage of a river. Clear mountain cataract. Foaming. Wolves routing elk and rerouting masses of liquid and sediment. Turbid water of the tropics fanning out in unnavigable deltas. It could be a guide while we fumble about.