Wading into
A torrent
Can be fun
Don’t slip
Keep a grip
Inshore the water caresses
As I inch into the main current
Wham
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
But
The power
The intensity
Of the flow sends me back
Before
I could think of plunging my head below
But the cleansing
I looked for
That spiritual one
Was done
David Trudel © 2012