Falling Upstream

I never was a fast swimmer, but this breaks expectations. My nude body floats silently between wandering salmons. There is no risk of drowning - confusion overpowers fear. I’m falling upstream. Wondering why you and I are here. Static is the feeling inside, static am I. Clouds run past my head. The sphere of stars rotates above like a mobile.

As I pass friends by the shore I wave and say hi.

Falling towards the source of my river.

Falling up the mountain, up rocks, cold water shivers.

I’ve read that you fly by slipping and just missing the ground.

Guess I’m floating because I’m just happy to be around.