Hell, it feels like nothing
is carrying you across
like you’re packed in bulrush
following the river forward
or a motor with its little propeller
propped out of the water
in back of the boat
staring up at easy beauty
and thinking of those lines
that push one planet
this way and pull another that
why should your foot
feel for the mainland
or your hand napkin up the gunk
your boots won’t leave behind
hear the river? It says
easy does it, feel no pain