Downstream, I float

carelessly rocking back and forth with the currents

created by the rocks stuck in the mud

at the bottom of the murky river.



The rapids appear, further down the river,

but I do not feel the fear of anticipation;

instead they evoke

a moment of clarity,

wind rushing past your face

with your eyes are closed

and you have lost all sense of control of your movements

and you just give in and stop trying.



At the end we let our rafts go further

down the river

after we found the banks

and swam ashore.