Thanks to: Pixabay

Falling over the waterfall

Going where you have to go.

Swept along with the current

Or use your oar and row.

What if there’s a patient stranded behind

Alone on a spit of land?

And her execution or narrow salvation

rests in the palm of your hand?

So you row


Brave the spitting waves

The deadly plunges

And row

As long as you’re a hero.


Working my way up to something big. Whew.


On that topic, maybe fiction isn’t mere escapism, if it can ready the heart, talk through fears with oneself, and steady one’s thoughts and intent.


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