I watched a tiny bug
sailing on a bright orange leaf,
down a slow, but turbulent stream,
clinging wingless at the mercy
of a deep and rocky flow.
Like a sailor with no tiller
leaning with the shifting craft,
trying hard to hold its center,
water droplets twice his size,
splashing water bombs around him.
Suddenly a limb extended
just ahead became a haven
in an instant he leaped upward,
landing firmly there with flair,
thus escaping icy death.
Then the leaf it tumbled onward,
flipping over at the next turn,
vanishing around the bend.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Leadaches
