Not far from here, though hidden, is the source.
Imagine the threads of water as they run
Over the silty bank they issue from
To join the current they will reinforce.
What need for origin? The river might
Bite its own tail in one unending ‘o’
Without beginning, and we need not know
Where it first came from, nor where it will go.
The source is nothing, yet the source is there,
And but to think is to return to where
Nothing became something, as meaning words
In utterance. You can pursue your course
Without reflection, and yet once to ask
‘What is the river?’ is to think the source.