Rapids Ahead

Rapids Ahead I hear the canyon echo the cascading eddies volume, Growing louder as I paddle closer to run the descent, To enter the lake past water, hidden rocks and seething foam, While an eagle soaring the gorge, shrieks an impending portent. The walls are too steep for portaging the cataract in front, So either I seek another route or forge on straight ahead. To challenge destiny bewilders the passive goer’s want, When serenity in life is a securer goal instead. Cannot the way be more perilous when fate meets the limits? I glide my canoe between the boulders, avoiding the onslaught Of being ripped to shreds when thrown about in the driving rapids, I break, turn with the oar this way and that and never ease off! Then my fear subsides when the waters calm as I ride the crest, I’ve come this far, and have further to go before I can rest.