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Wednesday, June 25, 2025

WE'RE FLOATING DOWN A RIVER AND IT'S 106 DEGREES IN MICHIGAN

by Ron Riekki



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and she’s in a burkini swimsuit, hijab, with

a Rage Against the Machine-style hat/visor,


and we’re trying to relax, but we talk about

war, and when the tariffs started, I said, then,


We’re going to war.  She asked what I meant,

and I said, This is isolationism.  He doesn’t


want us dealing with other countries, because

the more we can supply everything on our


own, the more we’re setting up war economy.

And then time went by and we’re on a river,


and I’d said we’d go to war at the end of

his presidency, because going to war will


increase the odds we stick with the same

political party, the war party.  But she says,


No, I don’t think he’s going to wait.  I think

he’ll go to war soon.  We disagreed.  She’s


from Iraq.  She sensed it.  She told me her

PTSD is so strong, her hypervigilance is so


extreme that she reads rooms, feels when

there’s tension.  But it’s the same with our


world with her, how she can sense a war

coming, told me about the attacks on Iran


before the attacks on Iran.  And we’re on

a river.  And we’re floating.  Inner tubes.


Trying to relax.  But we talk about wars.

She says, I’d like to speak out and say every-


thing I think about what’s going on, but I can’t.

I ask why.  Because, she says, They’d kill me.


I ask who would.  She lowers her voice.

We’re on a river.  We’re trying to relax.


It’s 106 degrees.  What are we doing to

the earth?  What are we doing to each


other?  She whispers.  She tells me her

fears.  I tell her she needs to write it in


a poem, in nonfiction.  I can’t, she says.

Then in fiction, I tell her.  I can’t, she says,


They’d kill me.  We talk about Malala

Yousafzai.  We talk about the hijab, how


she loves to put it on, makes her feel

closer to Allah.  We talk about the view,


stunning, the shimmering on the water,

hypnotic.  We talk about the awe sounds


in God and Buddha and Yahweh and

Allah.  And even in her name.  A name


that is tied to God.  And we float and

we talk about war.  Surviving.  The heat.



Ron Riekki co-edited Undocumented: Great Lakes Poets Laureate on Social Justice.