I woke last night
in a river.
How I got there
I don’t remember.
It was the sound
of AM radio
the static that occurs
in the space between worlds.
Like turbulence or vertigo.
And in that blackness
I went searching
for my mother.
This is the problem
with the body.
It’s like swallowing
a drug
or weather, or the mind
under duress.
You never know
what is going
to happen.
When God set me
here, upon this earth
already, it was
too late.