what else i can’t see

the river water is colder than the air

all day it rains a warm rain that
covers the river in
mist almost too thick to see through.

i stop at the bridge and watch the fast moving murky water –wider than its been in months, carrying huge sticks and stones and what else i can’t see.

it is the shortest day of the year. i step out of my car and my foot slides in the mud