Because you float—
that in itself is something
to admire. As we all know,
the world tries to sink us.
But you, buoyant and tough,
you carry us over cold water.
You act as a bumper when
we get too close to a rock,
to a wall, to a log. You move
at the river’s pace.
There are days, weeks,
I wish I could do what you do—
surround us with support,
make it fun, slip us
into the flow so easily
we can’t help but laugh,
even as our hearts
thump wild in our chests.
Are the rumors true? That you’ve been tubing the San Miguel? Isn’t it still thiiiiiiiis close to ice? Way to cold?
we can’t help but laugh/even as our heart/thump wildly in our chests — isn’t that the way they say it goes?
It was QUITE cold! and a little tricky with strainers … a flush! and so much fun!