Headed Downriver

Like a log down the Nisqually River,

She slipped, haphazardly,

Gouging her bark on every

Passing

Boulder.

Once swept into an endless eddy,

She finally had time to think…

All at once, it struck her like lightening:

You can bind yourself to others,

And fashion yourselves a raft.

Or better yet, dig deep,

Paddle out,

And Canoe.