Riverbound
A poem with many headwaters
If it were me, I would have laid down in that river. As soon as the boat capsized and the current swallowed her. I swear no force could pull me out and shame on anyone that tried. Maybe this is the water’s way of testing me. To pass my motherhood exam with flying colors, to have what’s made of me returned, I have to force myself under. So, please, someone fetch the stones to weigh me down. She may need me in the undertow.
Here’s a birthday BTS as a “thank you” to all you tremendous subscribers! My wife, a non-fiction lover even when it comes to television, devours survival and frontier homesteading tv shows. The more grueling and isolated the better! About a month ago, she had on a series called The Last Alaskans. It follows the lives of the few remaining families with permits to live in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. One family’s story of loss gripped me and held fast in my mind as I put myself in the shoes of a grieving mother. Just a few days later at Salt Tooth Writer Workshop, Frances Story gave the group a prompt that, to me, was about coping with the trauma of separation. And so I wrote the first draft of Riverbound.
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