Suddenly I felt a great transference,
Like I was the rational one,
Like I had all the power,
Like I was the river the car had driven off into.

I was filling the car with water.
I was pushing it down into the silt
From which it would never return.

I didn't know why I was doing that.
Was it my fault?
I didn't understand
That this is what deep rivers do
When some fool goes and drives his car off into them.

Water is ever true to its own mysterious nature,
Its cohesive polarity.
Water sinks, and it sinks anything else
That might take it on or allow the deep
To penetrate its buoyancy.

-jenn