You may know us
By air currents
Electric
In a faraway
Place without
Outlet
We may speak
Without words
Looking
the glass
From within
We
May come
clean
cross
The
Crossing
Our
deepest
sense
felt
somehow
Somewhere
Rare
and
unusual
where streams
bend backward
Glancing off
Blockages
And human made
Check dams
To clasp
into rivers
impossible
By Katya Mills
