Boots Pointing Downstream

Boots Pointing Downstream

Out on my morning walk along the Don River
that hour where anything feels possible

It rained last night
the current is loud
the air smells like mud waking up

I love that smell

Mamma nature don’t ask permission
she tears things apart
then hands it back new

There is a tree stuck out there now
middle of the river
was not there two days ago
just dropped in
claimed

The river keeps what it wants
and carries the rest

Takes me straight back
me and my brothers in that water
boots pointing downstream
laughing like nothing could touch us

Small village just east of Toronto
hardwood forest that never seemed to end
a creek cutting through everything we knew

our playground
our escape
the only place that felt safe

Spring pushing in
snow melting
water high and fast

I am nine again
waiting for Saturday
knowing something wild is coming

Conny does not wait
he never did

He jumps first
fully clothed
boots pointing downstream

Scrawny kid
wiry
fearless in a way that makes no sense now

He is yelling
Come on
ride it to the cedars around the bend
grab the first branch
next one will take your head off

Mikey hesitates
like he always does
still jumps

Me
I do not think
I just follow Conny
I always follow Conny

Cold water hits hard
current takes you
no turning back once you are in

We make it
we always made it
pure luck

In those woods
we were kings

That is what beauty looked like

Now I am back here
Don River
Toronto
standing on the bank

That tree still stuck out there
roots torn
caught in the current

Destruction comes fast
takes the breath right out of you

I watched it take you
overdose
just like that

No warning
no branch to grab

The river does not give back what it keeps

So I stand here
and learn something new

how to breathe again
slow
on purpose

I come see you every day
right here in this water

Conny

I stand and watch it move
and I breathe

in

the pause

we were still kids
even after everything

then out

I am still here

My boots are still pointing downstream

I will see you when I see you

Boots pointing downstream

~ Ghrian Shine

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