Keeping one's eyes close to the front of one's face
I am this one, looking only so far away
Glasses prescription, calibrated for close
So when I jump in the river, sometimes the
Rocks fly up, unanticipated, sharp, sudden
But mostly they are mirages, and the river keeps flowing
With me held in the water, bobbing up and down
Following the contours of the sandy bottom, toes curling
And brushing the pebbles as the cold rushes past
My active body, going and going and going, along
The shore, possibly too far should I need to get there
So I relax and don't need to get there; all is taking care of itself
All that needs taking care of I have done
In spite of the spontaneous nature of the planning
In contrast to the disaster scenarios flying spontaneously through me
And so I wait, comforted, to fly
Roman Ryan 