Another of my own for good measure...

River Bed

If, at night, I should wade into a river,

it is not because I have followed the moon

and the reflections it tricks off the water like flotsam.

Say that I wade in a river at night

that the water might make a pearl of my insides,  

fathoms deep in the swim of the tide.

Say I have gone to the river tonight

to rest my head in the thick of the kelp,

to imagine myself in the melt of the waters,

And if, by day, I have not ferried back,

it is only because I am sunk in the loam

and the eddy’s closed over around me.

Then say I am lost and build me a cairn

out of coral, for this is the place where my body

will rest and the river will flow on above me.