I'm only wading
I went to the Gorge. The rock was there, like always. I thought about a New York Minute - and my destiny and how many times I stood there before. I should never go to the River, it's to tempting. The water washing away all my sins, never having to apologize again. I sat with my feet dangling over the rapids for hours. No one talked to me, they never do, in fact, I think I may be invisible. I'm scared that this thought saves me from whatever the future might hold.