Theatre of the Confluence (A Carixa)

A little river and a big river
the story of the bronchials
Some of earth’s heartbeat but not all

The water rose in the little river
and washed the big river away
Some of the lungs’ telluric memory

The story of a river mouth
and a confluence
From such a place you can hear the river
or you can breathe 
but you have to choose or it chooses you

If it chooses you you are an asthmatic
Now you can live here forever
You can sit under the oak leaves and feel wet spray 

The big river and the little river
The story of breath in a meander

The big river and the little river
A little story of leaves the river swept away