Directing The Scene

By Ford, Frank Bernard

This night river breaks the grasses.
                I touch air enough to hear
                children in the fragrances,

                                in
the river-wind
                        woods
holding seige,
their voices fire against the trees.

        The children become a music.
            The river is a darker music.

I thrust my hand in it
                                it
bends

everything together.

everything together.