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
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.