{to give yourself in the river}

I placed myself in the river.

Quietly.

Not knowing if I could.

If I should.

I allowed the water to cover my fears.

I pulled my feet from the rocks below and gave myself up.

Over.

To the current I wasn’t sure knew I existed.

I had wrapped myself.

In a shroud of gossamer worries, lined with hope.

I wanted to believe.

That I would be carried.

Over the threshold of my bearings.

And into a wild I could feel singing to me from the unmet.

Once upon all of the times.

That I stood on the shore.

I found myself tangled in exhaustion.

From trying to follow maps made of expectations.

Born ages before I knew anything else.

As the days turned on themselves.

I grew curious.

To discover what it might be like to lose myself in something that knew the way.

To somewhere.

Though the River did not.

Would not.

Tell.

I wondered what it would feel like to be enveloped in the ancient evergreen reflection.

And trust.

Simply trust.

That the current was for me.

And so.

I gave myself to the River.

Letting it’s soft silver hold my breath and body.

I let the water cover my ears.

So has to hear any magic it had for me.

All I head was the beating of my own heart.

And figured.

That was enough.

******

In love and fire~

Jo Anna

PS

Please pardon the lack of a recorded version. My computer is being fixed after some water damage.