POEM: Crossing

Walking into the river,
sliding chin deep in the waters,
pulled, thrashing, toward the channel,
riding the rim of an undertow -
like astronauts slingshot around the moon.

Fond memories invade my mind,
steeling me for a dire fate,
but I'm ejected at the bend.
Clawing mud and gnarly roots,
I come out on the other side.

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