I will be rocks, under gushing river wild;
I will lie beneath your frantic flow.
I will bear the weight of current’s grace,
entombed in churning frigid waters.
I will watch as koi display their namesake,
flitting in effortless patterns of calico persuasion.
I will not draw a single breath but, instead,
bid the twisting chilly stream to fill the hollow.
I will content myself with where I’ve been,
if only to drown in your weightless gravity.
I will be the depth over distance;
a sedentary pebble bound by tidal love.