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.