It was the widest and deepest river I’ve ever seen. At the foot of craggy cliffs we walked, observing fish larger than whales lazily floating in the depths. I fell. The rip from the other was extreme &emdash; panic, loss, fear: a visceral rending. I flailed. The water was clear, I could see the edge. I tried to reach it to no avail, the current was too strong. Fearful of the creatures in the deep I cast about in vain…the current carried me. I was submerged. I realized the edge was not within reach, but the surface I would need. Relax. Let the body float. Don’t resist: drift with the tide.
Away?
Along . . .
~dreamed in the wee hours of July 5, posted 7 July and backdated