Send a bucket into a well
of spiritual, emotional sensitivity
and come up dry
but dripping.
Launch from a crumbling riverbank
into a cruising current of psychoanalytical insight
swarming with scaly, slippery schools
of thought
and go bruising over the cataracts,
fearful but splashed with faith.
Open your eyes under a raincloud
of anxiety about the future
and feel it wash your mouth out
and soak your big hair down.
Jump into the wild sideways wave,
arms forward,
the salt of “self-discovery” in the modern world
quickly burning in your sunburn;
coming up gasping,
breath-taken.