Cowichan River paradise

Wading into

A torrent

Can be fun

Don’t slip

Keep a grip

Inshore the water caresses

As I inch into the main current


A piledriver of current

Pushes beyond brute force

I retreat

Keep my feet

Watch a feather tumble by

Below the surface

Birds dart

Insect catchers

Catch, and I applaud

And by now the water feels almost warm

Worth a cleansing

Worth an angle into the current

Working into the depths


The power

The intensity

Of the flow sends me back


I could think of plunging my head below

But the cleansing

I looked for

That spiritual one

Was done

David Trudel  © 2012

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