RJ--we can not--of the depths

It wasn't until Kit almost caught a glimpse of Anna's face tumbling in the deep plunging pool of the Niagara at the lower right side of her computer screen that she began to watch the screen carefully.

She continued to type without looking through the water. But now she peered closely at the words, distorted and hazy under the vapors and rushing of the waterfalls. She looked at the sharper edges of the windows under the waterfalls, hoping that the lines would lead her to Anna's face again.

When she looked away from the keyboard, she could sometimes catch Anna's reflection in the casing or the glare screen. A bright flash of black hair tossed back on the current, a caught bit of red silk from her scarf going under the falls again, a blink of Anna's eye--these are what Kit thought she saw when she would type her motions slantwise.

the illusion / of the depths / our rivers / carry / prevents us / from seeing / the truth

if there are / other waters / we can not / know them / all we see / in rivers / is their presence