If a river splits into two rivers, does it get a new name?

Or does the fork sit with your various silver, untouched.

I don't remember water the same way I used to—

is it container or contained?

Am I separate or same. I ask

"how long can one stand in the middle?"

I think to myself, "I am a boulder," meaning

the edges are softer than the center

meaning I am a poet and how strange

to think of the moon at a time like this

but then again I am always thinking

of the moon at times like these and

being a poet means that ends are always.

When we dream of trees what do they mean? Is it a cliché?