Still encountering boulders
Rafting ever down this river
Still freaking out occasionally
Hitting at them with my paddle
Thinking again
With the wrong third of my brain

The animal reactive
The calculator

Vestiges of an ancient world
Where we ran for our lives
And communicated with words
Ever in crisis

But we’re remembering
With each surge of adrenaline or despair
Our real intelligence
Has no thoughts, no language

We only just move, play and love