I’ve been lying in bed
with love and death for years,
in love with you and alone.
Stretched out, caught
between the rocks since August
then under the winter ice.
Shocked senseless by the breakup
of the ice, all sense of direction
lost in the flood and the joy
of shooting the rapids, going
over the top
of that waterfall, certain
to hit the boulders below
I shout to you
and watchers along the shoreline:
“My darlings, so far so good!”