Rapids of the Mind
Rapids of the mind,
moving at a furious pace
as if there is no time to waste.
A boat with oars...
a raving raft…
on all fours.
In my dry suit, flapping like a seal.
No way on earth I head for shore
where there be bears.
I flop back into the boat,
pulled in by the hucksters
who mock,
they think this is a joke
whereas I shake, terrified.
Are there bears in the boat?
Are they dressed up like folks?
Might they tear me asunder?
Mighty thunder rolls the boat.
Who do they think is in charge?
It’s not me nor they,
but the Superstar.
He always knows the way.
They say, “Yes, sir, Captain, sir,”
and row us to the peaceful shore.
8/2/2020
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