Not a tree in sight. Only now I realize that I don't. I don't have green life on my left side. I'm afraid to let the water come too near me. The call of one bird, sounding strangely human.
Step falls, is taken up.
This life's uneven. Our growth here drifts in fissures where the water's held a moment, swished around until it forms the bird's foot. Makes the heat seem less and less apparent. I realize just how far I am from all this. I sit with my back to the water.