Between Two Rivers

On blind things.

there's some-
thing unsettling
about their

motions—
sheer unpredict-
ability where

at any
time they could
emerge—

it was 
here!—and before
you know

it—there!—
you too have packed
up and

left this 
land once theirs and
watched

them scuttle
around—then return to
blindness

waiting in
peace to be crushed
underfoot