Nightly we travel back and forth
on a gentle ancestral river,
swimming together in warm

water—no rapids or rocks in sight—
those who’ve come and gone
lending me their insight.

They do not speak, but they
smile, hum, wink, as if we share
secrets, which, I suppose, we do.

And though I want to ask questions—
so many questions—I float with
them, faces up, humming,

each of us moon-kissed,
soaking up blessing after
blesséd blessing

shining down on us.