Then a little further on
We saw it. The confluence
Of two mighty rivers
Crashing into each other
Loud as thunder.
I parked as close as I could
To the water’s edge
In a flood-killed forest
Now bristling with saplings.
There was nothing else
Between the mouth and the world,
Just the tall bluffs
On the other bank of the river
Turning golden in the sunset.
And for a moment
With birds circling above the roiling waters
Silence became our atlas.