I rise, fall, eddy, surge, dip, and roll.
I am a ballet of water and sand.
The Missouri carries me in clouds.
My feet never set.
My arms outstretched.
I grasp onto boulders, cobbles, and gravel.
My hold weakens.
Muscles strain against the press of water.
I lean forward and slip into the river’s current.
I am jostled back and forth.
There is no stopping this dance.
Everything is here, at this moment, swirling together.