aftermath of our afternoon trip down the river – 2020 style

—

what started out as a promising enterprise

full of air and up on top

 waylaid by the first set of cascades

day’s lazy dreams dashed against the rocks

so quickly deflated

 yet just as suddenly

floated back up

found a way 

after all

not as planned

this will always be remembered as the year that was

for so many reasons

that taught us how to make it to the end

safety vests strapped on and fingers crossed

even if we had to body surf our way through it

or borrow a raft now and then. 

—

“there is even rhythm in being empty.”

-miyamoto musashi