Leaning into the current
I plan my attack
River left?
River right?
Portage?
Stay?
Play?
Run?
Between ripple and pothole
Between glassy rest and first breath of white
Is my choice really between life or death?
Or
Is my choice between wet living or dry dying?
Splashing purifies me
anke hodenpijl
October 16, 2012
Sometimes the biggest choice has the simplest answer. X
ReplyDeleteohhh, beloved Anke, I love this so much!!!
ReplyDeleteI want to hear you read it aloud!!
I am building my confidence to go to a poetry slam . . . soon!
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