The cliffs on life's swift current
are cleft by shallow valleys.
Masses have queued to cross there --
crowds of billy-goat milkers.
We'll go upstream, God willing,
to walk the hawk-high ridges
and pitch ourselves -- impetuous --
plumb in the roaring torrent!
Jonas Hallgrimsson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/above-the-ford/
