The sludge-slow flow of the visible current

opens a path we can’t continue, tugs

at what no hand can pull along.


It’s how even water loses memory,

travels a direction it cannot find,

a vein cut loose of its own skin,

to separate itself from what it belongs to –

depth, surface,




            Keep moving,

it says, without a word


as it takes the plunge to free what was form

into no shape it knew

it could be.

Bibliographical info

Kevin Irie's "Current" Copyright © 2021 by Kevin Irie.

Source: "Current" from The Tantramar Re-Vision (McGill-Queen’s University Press, Montreal. 2021.)

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