I want to float down the Gila.

I want my back to scratch against the rocks and I want to experience pain, and continue floating with thicker skin and more stories.

I want to bask in the sun, and when she leaves, I want to soak up the glow of the moonlight.

And I want to be carried around the twists and the turns and I want to jump over the pebbles while reflecting the light of the sun.

I want to be next to the Ponderosa Pines as I make my travels and I want to swim with the fish.

I want to watch and observe and relax and think.

And I want to float down the Gila.