work in progress

no raft

pushed along by a mighty river for so long.
in the beginning a gentler, kinder current
freeing, medicating
the banks in sight, no need or desire to stop
deceptive
as time goes on
sharp rocks unavoided

white water, a struggle to keep afloat
pulled under, tossed, no air to breath
no idea which way the surface lie, only darkness and confusion

eyes closed from fear of what was around the next bend

shear drops, deadly bottoms

And then
washed up upon the shore
coughing, spitting, sore, afraid

bask in the sun, drying out for the first time in ages.



beauty all around
paths in every direction, even some that lead back to the river

For now just enjoy the bank, and look around.

Maybe take a few steps down some of the paths, see what there is to see
not taking the paths back to the river, had enough of that to last a life time.