The card said:

            Community is a conduit, empowered connections
            merge and celebrate together, wherever you are.

Serpent Mound spirits appear in our photographs,

you with your long copper hair, head lifted, shoulders back,
            and me looking for magick rocks hidden beside trees
            with your child– we don’t need the snapshots
to remember imprints everlasting.

            This home at the Ohio River a halfway point.
            Before that, Colorado’s Cherry Creek.
            Next, the Hudson.

The significant currents are of course our own.
Born at the junction where two rivers meet,
I suppose I should be the one who has long known:

We become the rivers,
            or close to it.