Composure: River Rerun

I climbed back
Up the mountain
To try shooting
The rapids again;

Inflating my rubber raft
I set my rudder;
What a ride!
Turmoil inside and out,

Deeper than the river,
Wider than the sky;
What a beautiful day
To rush a cataract.

The wind blows
Through my hair,
The waves overflow
And shake the boat,

Amazing that
I’m still afloat
Or not washed away
Into the bay.

So far below
Into the waves,
I see nothing
But blue sky,

Down the chute
I go then back up
To the roof,
And what a view!

I can see the coast
Below and the ships
At sea beyond;
It’s such a thrill
But alas only temporary.