She fell in to gushing flood waters
(Willingly perhaps, who can tell?)
Met with a fish,quite out of shape.
The fish in troubled waters was
As vexed as her, or  even more.
“Mud and slush, uprooted trees,
Twisted wildly by crazy currents.
Roaring down the hills had broken
My spirits and every single bone”
Then languidly she broke silence:

“Life in the time of flood is worse
More than death, a wilted leaf, I
Let myself drift with turgid water
A fish for the moment, gone next”

As the poet said”like two twigs in
A river’s flow,they got separated
In mid sentence,the rest oblivion

In the sea far down,they floated  Side by side muted and bobbing.