Canoe Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

'We won't get lost.'
he says and I,
'Or sink? Or drown? '
I trust him.
'Hey, we'll have some fun.'
('So how did I get into this? ' I think.)
Our journey down the river has begun.
('What will I do to be with him? '
I scoff)
'You hold the side for me
and I'll for you.'
We're in!
'Sit still! '
and with a thrust we're off.
The gliding calms
the trembling canoe.
'You paddle on the left.
It's not an oar.
And not too deep
and not too fast.'
(I guess, 'You're thinking
what I'm thinking...')
I suppress a groan.
He jokes:
'Tomorrow we'll be sore.'
('God, what if he loves me
a little more than I love him
or worse, a little less? ')