One Poem by Scott Davidson (opens in new tab)

Whitewater We begin on the slow upper curve of the river, feeling our way in current and wind, the sudden tug of power beneath us. Just ahead water rolls darkly over stones that break the surface. This is our first jolt of spray and it hits me how deeply water takes us in. Plunge and we’re lost to the quick surge of blood in our lives, the whole river picking up speed. It’s not until we hang in the […] The post appeared first on <a href="