The Obed River

I met you at the bottom of the river, just north of the Lilly Bridge, where the giggling currents calm down and get as quiet as glass over the deep hole, where the ice-water pauses before spilling out the other end.  I met you there and we went underwater.

We'll meet again and swim like two fishes.  I'll meet you at the bottom where the river water gets thick and presses like vices.  I'll call out for you from the thick of the river, where we'll touch the sandy bottom again and harvest handfuls of sediment to prove to the others, whoever they are, that we descended to the bottom of the river, where we met that day.  I'll see you there.