A Breath of Whitewater After zipping and popping and snapping my way into rubber and nylon and plastic today I slide into current and head out to play in water that’s foaming and rushing away And furiously pulling and stabbing my paddle and leaning to current it seems not to matter That entering and bracing will keep me aloft in a torrent of essence that tosses me off And looking up calmly around me are bubbles I reach toward sunlight and safety from troubles And catching my breath again there I go madly setting up sweeping and breath again gladly However it looks to you I’m out here smiling and crashing and flashing without even trying And forces of Nature are pleasantly plying to knock me down, pop me up, flush away dying But even that fear of it wont keep me from staying on the river and water and current I play in Because splashing in water just seems purifying and the more that I do it the more I keep trying To find a new balance with the world that I live in and paddling on whitewater is my way of giving A new way of seeing our place on this earth - its hard and its cruel but for what it is worth A playground for people who having the means can live life more fully while keeping it clean And besides its while paddling away in the sun I’m alive in the wind and the froth having fun No stopping or thinking - my soul’s simple fodder just tempting the fates and first breath of whitewater kayaky
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