Flow

 

I woke from an uneasy sleep

     on a morning not long ago

And lay in tangled sheets puzzled

     by a dream I could barely recall

 

Half-submerged in the rushing stream

     I clung to a limb hanging low

Across from a patch of grass where

     a familiar-ish figure urged: "Let go, let go"

 

My grip weakened, failed, I was pulled

     downstream 

Smiling, the man waved as I shot by and,

     toes up, surrendered to the flow