Wood Stork flying
“The sacred Ganges River taught me to raft.”
“In that polluted brown stew?” the doubters laugh.
“No, fellow travelers, have no fear.
Above the cremation ghats, it’s mineral-water clear.
But maybe you’ll be bumped out of your boat, Land in a stream, and struggle to float.”
“Feet Forward!” the raft guide will tell you to go.
“Orient yourself! Move with the flow!”
I heeded his words, not thinking twice.
And wherever I travel, I take his advice.