Backwash

Broken,
like the deepened
earth turned back
on either side of a
furrowed trail,
traced across the
solitary fervor
of an oblivious
planet's shakings,
from ripple and dream,
soundless and secret,
the waters turn
from the oars.

All the past is
shattered now,
all remembrance lost.

The current shores
against the rim of this
vague depth, fractured
by this passing,
aching into silence,
swirling, sinking,
lost in the water's
rise and fall.