The Slide

Jill Jones

Sometimes they put you in seas

or rivers without telling you.

The river is dark, let’s say

and trees are low over you.

In the branches are owls

making noises like a machine

breathing.

After you come away from this

you have a scar and a jar

where you swim.

It is chemical, archaeological

and violent.

So you wash it all away.

It’s too early for things to be

broken or twisted

but even when you run, you fall.

All your life, if you could fly

all your life slides from under you

and you do not have to swallow

water or hear it.

You do not have to but you must

as the clouds fall without telling you.