Sprawled on a rock

In West Canada Creek

In the Southern Adirondacks

 

Rapids rush, rapids gush

Hands and feet in current

I drift in and out of ecstasy

 

Time seems suspended

I wait for a vision

The water sings to me

 

“Embrace your faults.

Accept them.

They are part of you.”

 

On this turtle-back rock

I revel in this healing gesture

A stream washes and cleanses

 

A man shouts from his truck

“Are you all right?”

I assure him with an arm gesture

 

The sunlight

Clouds barge across

I’m in paradise