Alone Poem by Kari Redger

The river was high
And it churned me about
Up and over and all around
I grabbed for the edge
Of my battered up raft
One minute it's peaceful
Calm and serene
But then-
Churning! ! !
Rapid and boisterous
Angry and mean.
One minute so deep,
The bottom unseen.
And the next, there it is!
The bottom I see.
But quickly.
Again.
The river grows rough
Weakly I cling
And I whisper at the sky.
Why? ?
Why not a steady bubbling stream
Whose current calms
And sings me a song
Whose steady flow softens
And I'm not so alone