Beached upon the shady bank
Bound by vines and vipers
My insistent invocation
Rewarded by entwinement
In disillusionment

Despite their enticing whispers,
The caressing tones of the river
Fondle the fringe of my awareness

Despite the bosky canopy aloft
The fragmented light gently
Fans the dying embers

With one tenacious vine
Thwarting my disentanglement
I wildly lunge
And into the deep wetness
I plunge

My enforced entry
Guides me to her stirless bed
And its welcome oblivion

In my reawakening,
The rousing river has enfolded me
In her tender embrace
Shepherding me to her surface
And in certitude and weightlessness
I am carried in her foaming carriage

And upon her majestic mass
She bids me ride her white steeds
And when I fall
Together we laugh

The river flows.