I’ll remember the rivers

as your veins, running wild

through your body, nourishing

& extracting from everything

they touch, as they carve

the lesson of eternity

onto the stones -

now gravel, ground & mined

& tread upon a rainless Earth.

Then I’ll remember the rain

in your tears, as you look into

a bountiful, blue world

decimated by disregard &

butchered by convenience,

& still find a way

to hold it somehow,

in your suffering.

Now your heart has become the thunder

I remember only in my dreams,

shaking through my feet

& hammering against my ears

as I lay on your chest,

still & listening.

I wish it were

all I knew.

A thousand years have gone,

perhaps a thousand more

will erase us.

Until then, I will remember,

& love you.

                                                                  
ANJA KIDD is a non-degree seeking sophomore. Anja lives in Eagle River, where she quietly tends a garden when not fending off the snow. She writes when it strikes her.