what if when you knelt
& ran your fingers through the water,
you slipped and fell into a furious river?
the source of life shocking warm skin
& seizing a heart
feet rutted in the sucking silt of love
while rage flowed around you
loosened your hold
took you downstream
fists flailing
fumbling
to the calm of your surrender
imagine the quiet after the roar
when you stood on wobbly legs
& realized you were not dead
but drenched
& more alive
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rhon drinkwater © 2008
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