River

Your hand is clinging to the thin, ropey root in the muddy bank.

You’re afraid of the flow,

I know. I promise you,

you won’t drown. No, you will be carried

and so lovingly that your breath can slow and your body relax.

But first you must let go.

Soon you will

remember yourself

as river

moving always

inevitably

to the sea.

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Photo by Sara Kurfeß