Letting Go

The current is strong. Unrelenting.

Pushing, pulling, turning — I’m drowning.

Arms reaching, searching for something to hang on to.

Anything.

Then I find you.

A rescuer?

Someone to save me?

I reach for you: we connect.

You let go.

My head is under.

I can see you through the water,

watching me wash away.

A rescuer?

Someone to save me?

I reach for you: we connect.

You let go.

The river was hungry, now sated and sleepy.

We fade together —

the flow,

my resistance.

A rescuer?

Someone to save me?

I reach for you: we connect.

You let go.

The white noise of the flood

drowns the shouting from the banks.

Too little.

Too late.

A rescuer?

Someone to save me?

I reach for you: we connect.

You let go.