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RAPIDS
(For Tina)
In the breakroom, before the rest arrive,
She let soft tears fill her clear blue eyes,
And spoke in a weakened, injured tone,
Of the marriage that was ending, of the
Fears just begun. Of children at risk,
Compromises of the self, considered,
And futures made tolerable, histories
Not lost, and a present revised enough
To make for some other way, some better
Prospect than the pain that will change
Everything. And because I havent known
Her so long, I said very little,
But an equally vital arrival was marked
By the silence in my calm. At last at
The end of that once endless passage. I
Have survived what I once knew was all
Too impossible, too horrible and strange,
Too selfish for a self entirely too willing
To give when nothing was being returned.
And I understand, like a kayaker at the end
Of unexpectedly treacherous water, how the
Powerful flow cushions the hardest rock, that the
Boat is small, but rides very high, that effort is
Enough to navigate all dangers, and at the rivers end,
Where white water smoothes, and the depth
Is greater, that this is the reward. With birds soaring
Overhead, the sun warm, standing on the solid,
Certain bank, the wisdom of the journey a final,
Still satisfaction. The modest courage of self.
(c) Jerry Kraft 2003 All Rights Reserved