Black Water

I set upon the rapids

Water

Black and thick as molasses

Welcomed me

As eagerly

As the rays of the rising sun

The white water churned slow

A channel as sweet as salt water taffy

Rocking the row boat 

To the unsteady rhythm of its morning song.

Mist, scented in natures pheromones

A heady brew

Of moss and lily pads

With notes of the towering pine that gave shelter

Swallowed me at the breach of stillness

Where the current calmed

The song became whisper

Without the need for reason

Or wordy explanation

I was accepted

Natasha Head