I posted this a few days ago in a very different first draft called “CORRIDOR.”
Since I have submitted this poem to a journal, I’m taking down the full draft.
An old man is educed
into the light and water corridors,
He passes into
being another being’s way of
becoming a passage, borrowed and
beginning again as animal.
He become a passage for pattering rain that
fell through a many-lobed canopy
before it kissed the stream’s soft lips
before it became thirsty blood or the
shimmering grace on his hands in the eddy…