to be constrained

Anna isn't coming back. Amy knows this. But she cannot bring herself to confide this knowledge to anyone in her family.

Not Richard, who would tell her that no one was dead until there was proof, that the insurance companies could not admit to death without bodies and he would be damned sure that he would take no less evidence.

Not Kit, who would just fold her papers into her briefcase, and ask her for corroborating evidence--knowing full well she had none.

Not Yuki, who would whisper to the curtains and blow down through the living room fountain, muttering ancestral prayers to the clay figures.

Not Sophie, who would have simply shrugged and gone on with her fruitless campaigns, even knowing that what she waited for would never come.

empty atoms / thicken / into crowds / too trifling / to be constrained / sufficient / for shadows / under the sun

the word is / the sound / of water / dripping from/ ancient symbols / tiny particles / of merging / realities

Follow us all: Amy/Anna, Sophie/Yuki, Kit/Richard, minor characters or sift through water leavings and river journeys.