Downstream
The water is cold,
I sit stiffly in the boat.
Again, I am lost.
The oars are secured.
Going downstream is a risk,
My eyes are open
I am quite a wreck,
Not knowing where to begin.
My eyes squeeze shut.
Where will I go now?
Lethergy lulls me to sleep,
I breathe in and out.
Surely, I must move?
The wind is silent and calm
I spin all around.
Let go of the oars!
Today is the day to trust.
The sun is warming,
Stretch out and relax.
Shallow water is muddy,
Not life threatening.
Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2010
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