Most wade in, ankle deep and no further. I went crashing Past those who ventured up to their knees, freestyle On gall’s impulsive course Far beyond the drowners, I gave out and rolled On my back like a slick otter about to crack a mollusk I searched the sky for a lodestar. I did not recognize heaven. All the jewels were falling One after the other Bright, final moments. Cold and shriveled, I slithered to bitter ground Capitulant among prudent ankles.