Most weekends we packed our red canoe

with a tent, sleeping bags, books, a cooler,

and enough food and wine for the weekend,


then paddled out to a sand bar in the middle

of the river. For two days we swam and read

and drank and fucked, stretching out in the sun,


lean and dark. Later we learned that some nights

engineers release waters from the dam upstream

to control the floodplain. Experienced boaters


knew to check the schedule. What did we know?

Nothing about harnessing nature, everything

about being swept away.