Dove Headlong Into That River: Cecile Forman

April 13, 2020 Kate Belew With Cecile Forman (San Francisco)

I dreamed last night that I knew how to breath under water,
diving headlong into a love-hate relation with

isolation. Sand is a heavy but not heavy 

castle-building material, a bulwark against

water kind of, but also a place for lonely to 

sing for the birds and argue with the elements

they trade the winning voice and so 

the migration starts in a tempestuous chorus!

I dreamed last night I knew how to sing. 

I woke up, and dove headlong into

that river, the one that knows no restraint. 

No restraint, no bottom, no plans to ever swim back up.