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.