I Wonder if Waves Feel a Sense of Kinship According to How They Were Formed: A Cento

Rising out of the drowned Kingdom
Into which all oceans disappear 
Shifting their stripped bones
[What might be] yucca plants or a dried creek
Land incised by a wall becomes a beach

The rain the river the rat the snake
Also the wall’s containment
A scarlet snake wound
In the tissue between the floodplains
Red-colored blossoms green-colored blossoms

If a river spoke English it might say:

(Spilling over their scalp)

          The chain cholla fruit then fall
          Taking the shape of their longing
          To lose
          To lose government

To live toward the direction of the ocean
Where in times of crises the tributaries
Long scarves of ocean
Bear and be whatever darkness [or leaping]
Will say it not roughly

This sound breaks the wave of
An island folded in half
Watch the slow green-blue dunes lift open
Eyes threading the vein
The sand calls out for

The song, if translated might feel like this:

(Taking the shape of their longing)

          Soy tu cuerpo y estoy sobre la mesa donde
          Se encausa la corriente del mundo
          A river is a body
          No two droughts are alike