“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.