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River
I cant to a river,
deep as it was wide.
I sat upon it beach
and watched it flow.
I took one step in
and felt its current,
gliding past my leg
I dove beneath the
churning surface
dodging here and there
past obstacles which
lie in my path to
the other side.
I climbed out upon the opposite
bank. I glanced back at
the white water I hd crossed
to obtain adn reach my destination.
Night came and I began
to make my way back.
Once again I crossed
the treacherous boa of
twisting water adn writing current.
Upon my arrival at the other bank,
I stopped to catch my breath.
I started to walk back
towards the northern star,
leading me home,
when my foot struck a puddle.
My ankle twisted and broke.
I fell and broke my arms trying
to break my fall.
My face rolled into a
larger puddle beside me.
I became unconscious
with pain. I drowned.
Let not the size of the body
of water nor its possible
danger fool you.
Such is life.
Such is how life should be lived.
Carefully: not surpassing the
larger river, but not underestimating
the puddle.
