Over the River Not Out of the Woods
I’m taking medical leave from this clumsy struggle. Sign me up for the slow drip that ferries the weary away From the hopeless, the extravagant waterfalling hiding under the guise of Day. I demand the pills that render the river docile Or else I must be put in traction At the crux of the water’s decision. Oarless, aerobic, Wobbly as an egg in a storm, there is only one thing worth asking And can you see I’m asking for it now, and now.