this wet warm mud
squishes between toes
that seek the deeper places
further out in the river
where we might get swept away
as blood through an artery
to the bright heart of it all

let me float along;
get dragged along
by a current that knows
where its from and
where it goes
a kind of fate –
an unknown inevitability

and i will watch the blue
of the upturned sky
float serenely past
a reflection in my similarly blue eye
until i am lost or gone or both
taken by the river,
this snaking ribbon thief
that leaves its prey on the shore
that leaves me lying quiet
awaiting the next great surge of Spring
to carry me further away…
always away