a shape the river makes

 
there is a curve,

it’s not what it’s like,

it’s what it is.
 
 
already arrived,

the door already closed,

where open once, a moment before.
 
 
then someone said, brother,

sister, your moving lips, they are

silent words.
 
 
speaking a name I already knew,

a moment before.
 
 
your eyes, your cheeks.

across the river I’ve seen,

a curve I recognize.