A Calm Shore

​How, then, did the river wash me up here?
Those mad, cold currents, how did they find
A peaceful shore? I gasp and I peer
Back to the surge rolling out of its mind.
 
The struggle is over; I watch the sun’s gleam
Sparkle the waters that fought me, but, still,
Its warmth only feels like a toying dream.
I slide a bit lower and brace for the chill.