In His River Poem by Usama Maymun

I swim in your river,

but not like the fish,

which moves with the flow,

with ease and dexterity,

Nor like the leaf,

which cheerfully and obliviously,

travels the course,

charted by powers beyond it,

I blunder about and struggle,

Paddling clumsily with my limbs,

occasionally submerge,

only to come out,

gasping and choking,

helpless against the current,

all the while wishing that I was the river itself.