On the Water Taxi across the Potomac After Rehab
Long after
her fears had passed my daughter asks
me why the river never flows back.
I tell her that it’s like how bones
grow in the womb unbroken &
witness to every good thing how
life happens there & once cared for her
in the way I couldn’t for eight months & another
five years when I wanted to. She nods
off & the court chaperone smiles
showing me the time.
