Rapids

Marin Morgen

I was never the type
To dive in with both feet
The most I can say
Is “I promise I’m truly excited.”

So when I set my shoes
By the banks of the stream
I had no great hope
For euphoria, birth or salvation

Now the water runs cold
On my scalp like a circlet,
My arms like a robe,
And the soles of my feet
Where I fade into dark.
I stretch but I can’t reach the bottom
I think it’s the feeling I wanted:

To be carried
To be free
To let go