COMMIT

When you hear, a mile away and still out of sight, the churn of the water

as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the sharp rocks –

when you hear that unmistakable pounding – when you feel the mist on your

mouth and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls

plunging and steaming – then row, row for your life toward it.”

Mary Oliver

West Wind #2