A VIEW FROM THE BLUFF

A VIEW FROM THE BLUFF

I stand on the shore

of a dangerously rapid

river.

You keep jumping in,

screaming for help.

I run downstream

ahead of the current

to pull you out.

Over and over

this frightfully familiar

scene is repeated.

I continue,

time and time again,

through

many decades,

traipsing down into

the rapid waters,

rushing to

fetch you out.

Sometimes I

pull you out

by offering a branch;

sometimes I

wade fortuitously

into the water.

The footing

is not always safe

and

sometimes

I slip

and lose my balance.

And,

sometimes

I

hurdle into the

deep dark waters

struggling

to reach you.

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