Saturday, January 17, 2009


In a tiny boat I float
down the Kickapoo

looking up
through a rock wall telescope
to god.

in the cavern,
the hungry belly,
a sidewalk crack
of earth

i float

putting all my trust
in the current.

by Froggymama

Whenever I'm stressed out, I think about floating down a river, staring up through the rock walls to the sky, feeling the boat scrape branches and shallow beach, never rowing, or caring about getting stuck or fretting about tipping over... just letting go.

I've always been a person who worried...about everything. One night when I was a kid, and couldn't turn off my brain, I called for my dad. He is a night-owl and it was a comfort to me that I had an ally in sleeplessness, someone who would hear if my brain exploded, if the world imploded, if the moon fell out of the sky. I told him that I was thinking too much to sleep and he said, "Just imagine yourself floating down the river in a boat." And since then, that is where I go. To the river. And it always helps.


Anonymous said...

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The DutchMac Tribe said...

River images help me, too. Have you read The Tao of Pooh and The Te of Piglet? The river shows up there, too. I love it.

Happy floating!

Anonymous said...

Long-time lurker here. I love reading you blog, and this entry is an example of why. You're an awesome writer.

Anonymous said...

love this too...jcn