I’m dismantling the dam inside myselfThe one I built ages ago for industrial useWhen it felt necessary to hijack natureFor productivity and profit
I’m letting fish and turtlesSwim to the edges of this coastal riverLetting miles of capacious landReceive the flood waters
I’m tearing down the fish ladderA suture on the woundI cannot let in some and indiscriminately bar othersEnergy doesn’t work that way
There’s a crossing over placeThat needs to stay wide open if I’m ever to knowWhich kinds of trust and longingCan survive upstream

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