Does the river know we’re here
in any sense like how the gulls
follow Great Lakes fishing boats
for scraps thrown overboard
perhaps unaware that we know
they were once dinosaurs but
only by studying rocks the river
wears down in time spans all but
meaninglessly long to most of us
the river always thinking about
what may be ahead or trying
to remember what it left behind
or why the deer who come down
to drink both morning and evening
are said not to step in its same self