Bamboo Raft

drift on river ink

up between bamboo planks

take me, spirits plink

wet shoes, water flows

through massive caverns, the heart

how the blind fish shows

a sense of movement,

how the water pipes play, let me

forget where I am

I did not plan this

I did not plan

the lantern bonfires

lit by someone else, nor your

bare bats or silk spiders

unspelling the dark,

the cold amber drops break free from

stalactite quark

take me to the open

ending, cave mouth green and lush

etched in memory

invisible bird song

invisible bird

Mary-Marcia Casoly