A Song for Delivery Gymnastics

Partially closed, Her eyes speed the river
Hidden in the bark of elder trees
Two known truths between tomorrow and pride
She does not condescend, but explicates

like a soft channel in the river, like chimes
She knows everyone in this time and space
weather currents do not frighten Her
not like the weight they put upon your moods
She is not like an abusive wife hiding in the roots
She lets you see that you are seeing a moment
where truth implies sorted escaping segmented light
and scalable entire worlds
here for Her song, Her metered journeys