Same River

It is impossible to maintain
a constant perspective

Heraclitus often reflected
between wept moments

Democritus often laughed
at blubbed floods of words

A month’s worth of rain
fell in one single day

Hellingly’s bi-sainted church
sits above our Cuckmere’s threat

from change-swollen reaches –
wet acts of Peter and Paul’s god

You stood naked in our risen river –
that serpent slips – a gelid rising

You were bare at its quick confluence
with a rushed stream – name unknown

I found you in bed with a clay figurine
Sussex has a hundred words for mud

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