Rafts

While here, we float on rafts,
we row, racing the currents of life
 to reach to the other side

Some, mere sticks, held together with twine

some velvety  plush, sealed tight

against disaster leaks and enemy fire

We hold on, we raise flags, beams, canopies

we shift and turn, positioning best for a passage
and destination yet unknown

But I will jump off, midway, and sink to the bottom

  wetness will smother my fire,

 I will let go of air and spirit,

for love it isn't love

until its past