Paul knew his way at night.
With his eyes closed.
With bare feet avoiding all the stubs.
The air currents by the Rio Grande were cooler.
The channel currents could be harsh.
Paul entered the water to float.
As weightless as possible on the water.
As gulls and geese slept.
As the heavens expanded wider than normal.
Cradled by the river he gave up
any resistance to any force reaching down
and investing him with something more.
A chore worthy of his own constellation.
A super power to save the world.
An almost unbelievable story to tell.
No moon looked down on him.
Countless stars viewed him
but his reflected image would be eons returning.
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