After rain, the river
dividing the city,
winding through the valley,
surges, full, hurling almost
overstepping boundaries,
opaque, feigning solidity, new depths
hiding everything.

Only last week, everything was
snowed under and dull, differently obscured
the lost things
keys, garbage, green, hope,
the skin over my collarbones,
buried for months.

Now the worn paths of cold
consideration have
melted away, untrodden mud,
moss, new meanderings
all opening,
breath to word to echo.

Tiny rivulets streaming
excessive and wet.

Tanya Fenkell is a Canadian artist and writer. She holds a BA in English Literature from McGill University, an MA in English and an MIS from the University of Toronto. In her creative work, she is especially interested in solitude, solitary spaces in the natural world and how these bring solace and restore tranquillity. Her poetry has been published in small journals and she exhibits her artwork regularly in Ontario. Her paintings are held in private collections in Canada and the US.

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