I’m dismantling the dam inside myself
The one I built ages ago for industrial use
When it felt necessary to hijack nature
For productivity and profit
I’m letting fish and turtles
Swim to the edges of this coastal river
Letting miles of capacious land
Receive the flood waters
I’m tearing down the fish ladder
A suture on the wound
I cannot let in some and indiscriminately bar others
Energy doesn’t work that way
There’s a crossing over place
That needs to stay wide open if I’m ever to know
Which kinds of trust and longing
Can survive upstream
Photo by Josephina Kolpachnikof on Unsplash
