before phobias

i want to stand like a boy on a rock,

in the middle of rushing water;

unafraid of snakes;

and holes and the unexpected whale.

shouting, "Here, look at me now."

diving down

into brackish transparencies;

chasing bubbles

and rippled light,

and all the while wading out

to a smooth dead tree,

that stood long before you,

or me,

or this hushed river,

d

r

i

p

p

i

n

g

off

of this lonely

sphere.

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