Torn from of the reeds

And bound for senseless sailing

The pure terror fades

From a lightened heart  

–

Despite the looming falls

And their frothing abyss

His loyalties lie

With the bends of the river

–

Pulling away

From the mothering shore

An interned life rejoices

Coasting into view

–

As the treelines shriek out

Their wild goodbyes,

No words are returned

Just the rush for tomorrow