you and i push off in a little boat, laughing
breaking the filmy layer of ice
using our oars to guide us around the frozen chunks.
Every time, we begin to sink
the boat tilts, spilling us
I crash into the waters, which break
and I fall into the river of home.
It is warm, and my eyes open
emerging from the gloomy depths,
I gasp onto shore,
a rocky bank breaking the rapids.
You are gone, and I know where to go from here.
I tear my clothes from my skin and fly into the waves, carried
on a current I understand.