There was always a choice
between standing in the river
and swimming in it –
between wetting the bottom
of a pair of jeans and
into those murky waters.
To those who lurked around
the edge but never dared
to go out past their waists,
too afraid to find what was
there in the deep,
I must tell you this:
the currents have so many times
tried to drown me, but out there
in the middle of it, in the life of it,
I learned how to dance with them.
Beyond the shallows and the comfort
of solid ground, I understood the ways
of water, the philosophy of depth,
the unexpected profoundness in
removing one’s feet from the bottom,
that leap into uncertainty.
Breathing underwater is a feat
reserved only for those who know
how to carry the world inside their lungs.
Let us go, let us make a journey
out of finding the way to the river’s
heart when so many settle only
for tracing its fingertips.