Debris theory

Debris is my beginning

the only place to start

as the river waters rise and fall –

rise and fall again

    5 times in as many weeks

it's the debris that sticks

making unruly nests

on high water marks

as testament to the power

    of water over porous sand

as story to the sun

    of precipitation over evaporation 

as mocking of man-made attempts

    of structures that could last

as echoes of historical events

    of time-warped dreaming 

stuck in the bridge rails

looking flimsy and ethereal

but it's glued solid with mud

unearthed sculptures

crafted by water

baked by the sun

left as a flood memory

collect all the debris

make use of the bits and pieces

the tree-trunks worth of useless thought

washed downstream and stuck

creating cavities where no holes exist

absorb the changing landscape

on unchanged country

which is the breath-in and breath-out

of life

Inspired by Dead hedge theory by Terry Elliott