the trinity river

the river runs west

she sprints to the ocean

is she blind to her wholeness?

no, she is neither ignorant nor vain

keeping the meat of her dirt

her beautiful mud-dirt

wading where she must

allowing who she may, unto her

occupied by much and by many

still offering herself west all along

no betrayal can spoil her fruit

for if you drowned, it was you

who got caught up

anyone coming near can plainly see

she may welcome you

or not

but she will always

run west