The darkness lifts, imagine, in your lifetime.
There you are–cased in clean bark you drift
through weaving rushes, fields flooded with cotton.
You are free. The river films with lilies,
shrubs appear, shoots thicken into palm. And now
all fear gives way: the light
looks after you, you feel the waves’ goodwill
as arms widen over the water; Love,
the key is turned. Extend yourself–
it is the Nile, the sun is shining,
everywhere you turn is luck.