i am on a bridge of thought
between all that there is
and whatever it is that i don't want
underneath me runs the river
that has no concern for either
and i jump right in
with the undertow that fights my concept of freedom
until my hands stop working against it
and my feet let go of the bed of rock below them
my hair becomes a part of the motion
and muscles give way to bone
the flow that catches me alone
and in it
and with it
I will let myself roam