Coldness, darkness.
I fell on the trail.
My friend pulled me to my feet and said,
You can't push the river.
I pushed the river, anyway.
Blind and shivering.
I'm back in the mud.
My friend laughed with me and said,
You can't push the river.
Damn that river.
Hopeful, joyful.
I'm now on my feet but
My friend is alone.
I want to push the river for him.
And I can't.