fearlessly

she liked to paddle
down strange rivers,
where snakes would
hang from trees
and hiss like hoses
sprung a leak,
while in the distance
there was always
the faint soft thunder
of drums, the rattle
of spears or sabers
in the bush,
she liked to hike each
cliff, each icy slope,
ski from the highest
peak, jump from
planes and float
fearlessly into
an unknown sea, or
pit, peer into
the edge of a
volcano. she'd run
towards lightning,
towards a twister,
the lions were her
friends, how she
would fit her head
right into their
mighty jaws and
teeth, oh my, she
was quite
the adventurer,
may all the pieces
of her, the ones
they can find, rest
in peace.